(Referencing this article from the New Yorker, via Mike:)
“Ah, yes,” demanded the Philosopher. The arm stretched out. The finger pointed. The cheeks tugged. The lips tightened. The brow dipped. The smirk bowed for applause.
Before the learned one, the saint: His knees bruised, his eyes damp, His garment stained, his head hung; Doubt had taken unaware the holy [...]
