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Hismotto,youknow,asPope,wasLuxuponLux—LightuponLight.”
“No,no,”saidMr.Fogartyeagerly.“Ithinkyou’rewrongthere.ItwasLuxinTenebris,Ithink—LightinDarkness.”
“Oyes,”saidMr.M’Coy,“Tenebrae.”
“Allowme,”saidMr.Cunninghampositively,“itwasLuxuponLux.AndPiusIXhispredecessor’smottowasCruxuponCrux—thatis,CrossuponCross—toshowthedifferencebetweentheirtwopontificates.”
Theinferencewasallowed.Mr.Cunninghamcontinued.
“PopeLeo,youknow,wasagreatscholarandapoet.”
“Hehadastrongface,”saidMr.Kernan.
“Yes,”saidMr.Cunningham.“HewroteLatinpoetry.”
“Isthatso?”saidMr.Fogarty.
Mr.M’Coytastedhiswhiskycontentedlyandshookhisheadwithadoubleintention,saying:
“That’snojoke,Icantellyou.”
“Wedidn’tlearnthat,Tom,”saidMr.Power,followingMr.M’Coy’sexample,“whenwewenttothepenny-a-weekschool.”
“Therewasmanyagoodmanwenttothepenny-a-weekschoolwithasodofturfunderhisoxter,”saidMr.Kernansententiously.“Theoldsystemwasthebest:plainhonesteducation.Noneofyourmoderntrumpery....”
“Quiteright,”saidMr.Power.
“Nosuperfluities,”saidMr.Fogarty.
