A critic is a eunuch working in a harem. He watches it, but he knows he can't do it. Critics very often are failed writers and, like failed priests, they hate religion.

Like most thoughtful people who watch what's going on in Washington, venting is very necessary.

I always thought that socialism here would be peculiarly American, with some reasonable, post-industrial evolution between working-class needs and market forces. It won't be bloody like the Russian Revolution.

The king nodded. “What are the priests doing about this?” he said.

“I saw them throwing one another in the river, sir.”

The king nodded again. “That sounds about right,” he said. “They’ve come to their senses at last.

(Priests) cheapjack merchants selling paradise

First the priests arrive. Then the conquistadores.