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Show Acting Alone Page 418 up, the Elder was more than willing to let a good man like Nimrod in on his esoteric work, to let Nimrod's implant investigate Sam under the pretense of some kind of religious duty. Maybe she was taking advantage of one of the many disintegrative reforms of Vatican II and impersonating an extraordinary minister of the Eucharist, bringing the fat heathen spurious sacrament in an ersatz pyx. Come to think of it, nobody had been able to ascertain any particular religious background at all for the boy, with all the investigating and digging into his past - except for the rather problematical fact that his mother was being held inside a psychiatric institution called Our Lady of Sorrows. But, what a touch: a nun. Very esoteric, Senator. Only a good brother of the church' could have come up* with such a lightly sardonic, yet convincing ruse. Now, how did the old rascal manage to breach the security of the most ancient, redoubtable Romish Church which, after all, has been producing its own platoons of Elder Cicerones and Nimrods and Councillors of the Parable and political theorists for over 1,950 years? How plant a false sister inside the socialist lobby called Network? How infiltrate a nunnery, for God's sake? Well, even the Catholics were subject to the general societal decay that the Elder was working so hard to arrest through mythopoeic means: from what the operatives reported about the live-in priest, or chaplain, up there at Saint Paphnutius, he could be bought and sold with a handful of double coupons from a year-old Sunday supplement. Now, even in his more sanguine moments, when the sun was up and he could sit up in his bed and watch through his window as the healthy, rich Coloradoans moved ant-sized and energetic on the sidewalks and plazas of this exclusive |