...I had the curiosity to buy a copy of his magazine afterwards, and itseemed much the same sort of thing that had worried my mother in myboyhood. There was the usual Christian hero, this time with mutton-chopwhiskers and a long bare upper lip. The Jesuits, it seemed, were stillhard at it, and Heaven frightfully upset about the Sunday opening ofmuseums and the falling birth-rate, and as touchy and vindictive asever.
And this was the little world in which I had been living securelyfor years, this... read more
