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Show Acting Alone pa g e 95 on the list of places needing a Temple, including the entirety of Africa. But, if growth rates stayed anything like they were today, in Elder Cicerone's lifetime the church would be spread so thickly, especially in the Intermountain states, that they'd be able to use and afford another Temple here in Colorado Springs. Besides, Elder Cicerone alone among his friendly competitors on the Council proper had never had the opportunity to initiate his own Temple; and Temples are the apple of Christ's and the Council's eye. The Elder had been staggering the bulk of his hours between Denver and Colorado Springs for the express purpose of spreading the empire of Christ. And, in part, that was done by spreading good will on behalf of the church. He'd gone a good way toward placating the Catholic powers that be in this area by donating to the Servant Sisters of Saint Willibrord of Perpetual Adoration some apparently quite nice books (he'd never actually seen them; his secretary had handled all that) which he'd almost force-bought by proxy at outrageous prices from the library of a local rich girls' school called the Trianon. He'd bought these books from the Trianon in order to save them from possible incineration. Though made almost entirely of pure Italian marble, adhering to all the newest, best and strictest Colorado fire codes, the splendid Trianon was, in a certain very specialized sense, a firetrap. And it would not have set right with Elder Cicerone's conscience to allow such apparently wonderful and rare books to remain in jeopardy of a senseless, pointless incineration were he able to prevent such a thing. He couldn't allow them to be lost to the world without good cause. If there was one thing the Elder had learned in all his operations |