God is pulling me up and up and away from this shithole of a life, and as I get pulled up through the water I think, Mum and Dad, I'll miss you.

Monseigneur, it is not often your capuchin uncowls; least of all when he wishes to remain unknown! […]

Why the sad face?

… they nourish wicked adultery and much fornication, they fill the world with offensions and bastards, and give great occasion of murdering …