Speaking of holiness: how many Peterine priests are there in Carthage? More than enough. It’s a prime living for a certain class of office-holding cleric, a respectable distance from the episcopal seat in Hippo Regius, and ideal for those either not entirely converted or not perfectly adherent to minor niggles like the true Church’s doctrines on sexual self-discipline. I like our priests, in general, but I don’t know this one, which means he’s serious and even pious. So how many true believers are rich enough to afford the trim on that robe I see peeping out beneath his cloak? Not so many, but still a few.