But this form of M’Clintock-Hobson stands like an altar boy as a trembling Crozier—now a child, now a scarred man in his fifties—approaches the altar rail, kneels, puts his head back, opens his mouth, and extends his tongue for the Forbidden Wafer—the Body of Christ—pure transubstantiated cannibalism to all the other adults in Crozier’s village and family and life.
