Monday, 15 April 2013

That was a Council

You can't come to the north of Lake Garda and not go to Trent. There is not much there of Council fame, but I feel that my Catholic batteries have been restored - that my orthodoxy has been renewed - that my zeal for truth and clear definition has been blown into a burning flame.

Strange, when I go to the Vatican I always think of stamps. Especially if I go twice!!!

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