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[discanted]

Shall I thank whoever sacks the next Church?

Surely, that is barbarian, and surely that is the sport of the day!

[ooc: no moar books, no moar art. You're all dooooooooomeeeeeeeeeeed.]

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[amadeodivenezia]

What church has been sacked?

[discanted]

What Church today does not deserve it, when divinity will act as it does?

[amadeodivenezia]

Perhaps what is needed is a different question. What has raised your ire?

[discanted]

Religion, my boy, it is a fine matter for ire.

[amadeodivenezia]

Religion, master?

[discanted]

Religion, sir, you must remember it?

It is that for which many fine men have burned, and not with the passion of your Lord Christ.

And it is that for which many fine writings have burned, and certainly with the passion of Savonarola.

[amadeodivenezia]

I remember religion, sir.

[discanted]

Then why ask? For the benefit of my voice? There is not even that.

[amadeodivenezia]

In hopes that your love of pedagogy would induce you to elaborate.

[discanted]

And whence have you seen a Master without his sigils? His maps, his pens, his readings?

[amadeodivenezia]

Am I seeing one now?

[discanted]

You have the honour, or the misfortune. Whatever you'd will.

[amadeodivenezia]

We will see those things replaced.

[discanted]

Can't it ever have been the people who were gone? Must it have been the books?!

[amadeodivenezia]

For how long?

[discanted]

For how long they'll be gone? The day, I expect, if ever antecedents should serve.

And certainly, if it came to choice, I'd have rather conversed with my own shadow.