And that they completely disagree on the WHO.
Anyway, both have their hands in a "something to hide" position.
Models of monarchy, they represent the good old days when men weren’t afraid to dress-up a little.
RELIGION, n.
A daughter of Hope and Fear, explaining to Ignorance the nature of the Unknowable.
Ambrose Bierce, Devil’s Dictionary
Teresa: Father, I need to tell you something but you have to promise that you won't tell anyone. Ok?
McGuire SJ: Teresa, Of course, this is completely confidential, but I want to make the same request of you. I too want to tell you something that you must never tell anyone. Agreed?
Teresa: Yes, Father. But what could you…
(pause)
McGuire SJ: You first.
Teresa: Father, I know this is terrible, but I really don’t believe in the Blessed Sacrament. When I see the host up there in the monstrance, I want to believe that it’s the body of Christ. But as hard as I try, all I see is a piece of bread.
McGuire SJ: Is that all? Heck, I’m a serial child molester.
[Teresa can’t help but wince slightly.]
[Long awkward silence.]
McGuire: How’s the veal?
Teresa: You want a taste?