Our Lord, the Gospel tells us, kept company with sinners, prostitutes, and assorted other dubious characters. But woe on the present-day priest who tries to follow his example, he will be immediately condemned by his flock and reported to his bishop.

Cannot the Rector be assimilated to the shepherd who must give his life for his sheep (and worse, must put his eternal life on the line) and is not the incumbent more like the hireling for whom the care of the parish is more of a job than anything else?

From this transmutation of the animal into the plant world arises the image of the winepress as a figure of the Passion: as the plant (the grapes) are crushed, they exude their sweet-smelling juice, so Christ sheds on the Cross His sweet-smelling Blood.

The women will have to find a way to make kids without us (and that entails parthenogenesis!)... so the feminist dream will come true after all... a world without sexism, machism, patriarchism, paternalism... and without men. Human society would be, God forbid, like a nunnery!

In Roman use, [the biretta] has taken on a peculiar shape and is reinforced with cardboard (a contrivance which is destroyed the first time the priest sits on it, which is generally early in the life of any biretta).

Did you ever ponder on the liturgical significance of hair? Well, there is more to it than it would seem at first glance. Humans are mammals, and so glory in their "fleece" as birds do in their plumage.

Did you pick up the old theological puzzler in the movie? It goes like this: you are a priest about to say Mass; a man comes to confession and accuses himself of having poisoned the wine you are to use. What do you do? You discard the wine and open a fresh bottle? Right? - Wrong!