[…]one gialfatte, 3 stannes 3s.,[…]

So my dear Charles, you are at length […] arrived in our little sun-burnt island?

Inevitably, the bishop himself strays from righteousness, and his oblique account of his downfall — a halfbreed girl accuses him of fathering her child — maintains a perfect pitch of cruelty and farce.

The nonvanilla sex would probably turn out to be B&D, handcuffs, spanking, and the like.