On A Personal Note

There Will Be Time, XI.

A quick breakfast post before walking across town for a coach to London.

Havig marries Xenia in thirteenth century Constantinople. She is Orthodox. He is posing as Catholic:

"'...we found us an Eastern priest who'd perform the rite, and a Western bishop who'd grant me dispensation for, hm, an honorarium.'" (p. 121)

When Sheila and I married while I was still at University, we paid four clergymen:

the Archbishop of Dublin charged me £1 for dispensation to marry a Protestant in his diocese;

the priest whose church we borrowed;

a Presbyterian minister who had taught Sheila at University and a Jesuit priest whom I had befriended at school concelebrated the ceremony.

A Religious Studies lecturer at Manchester Polytechnic commented, "Cheeky devil!" when I told him about that Archbishop.

OK, folks. That's it until very late this evening or some time tomoz.

Go with God or gods.