“But he was severely startled when the priest slammed a bottle of red wine down on the little folding table, and said, “Who are you that turns his head when a man of the cloth comes in?” “I beg your pardon.” “You heard me. I’m eighty-six years old and I know I’m going to Heaven. I don’t mince words, especially with young intellectuals who imagine that their birth, position, or knowledge make them better than old men who are priests in unknown mountain towns.” He spoke in a hoarse, energe...tic voice, breathing hard and heavy after each declaration. Giuliano Debernardi was indeed a fop, but not a fool. In a show of courage and precision, he held to the position the priest had accurately divined. “At your age, you should be a Cardinal. Why not the principal in a great academy? You are obviously a failure, and you are aggressive to boot. But I am more aggressive.” The priest threw the bottle at him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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