“Maybe you should turn Protestant?” suggested Peggy. “I don’t think our version of God cares about anything very much.” Orfeo actually gasped. “Goodness, I could not. Have you seen your ghastly churches? So square and grey. And your crosses, absent of their subject, with no suffering to glorify.” “Big suffering enthusiast, are you?” “I am Catholic, mio principe. What do you think?”
