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Grace
Heenunciatedthewordandthendrankgravely.
“Irememberreading,”saidMr.Cunningham,“thatoneofPopeLeo’spoemswasontheinventionofthephotograph—inLatin,ofcourse.”
“Onthephotograph!”exclaimedMr.Kernan.
“Yes,”saidMr.Cunningham.
Healsodrankfromhisglass.
“Well,youknow,”saidMr.M’Coy,“isn’tthephotographwonderfulwhenyoucometothinkofit?”
“O,ofcourse,”saidMr.Power,“greatmindscanseethings.”
“Asthepoetsays:Greatmindsareveryneartomadness,”saidMr.Fogarty.
Mr.Kernanseemedtobetroubledinmind.HemadeanefforttorecalltheProtestanttheologyonsomethornypointsandintheendaddressedMr.Cunningham.
“Tellme,Martin,”hesaid.“Weren’tsomeofthepopes—ofcourse,notourpresentman,orhispredecessor,butsomeoftheoldpopes—notexactly...youknow...uptotheknocker?”
Therewasasilence.Mr.Cunninghamsaid
“O,ofcourse,thereweresomebadlots...Buttheastonishingthingisthis.Notoneofthem,notthebiggestdrunkard,notthemost...out-and-outruffian,notoneofthemeverpreachedexcathedraawordoffalsedoctrine.Nowisn’tthatanastonishingthing?”
“Thatis,”saidMr.Kernan.
“Yes,becausewhenthePopespeaksexcathedra,”Mr.
