Regular readers will be aware that I quite often go into the Ashmolean Museum, England's oldest public museum and part of this University, to commune with that great Pontiff, Papa Lambertini, Pope Benedict XIV. Upstairs, and right along to the furthest room to the West, there he is just inside the door, carved by a very competent anonymous Baroque sculptor, as one of a set of four busts of eighteenth century popes,
Today, he was silent; and then I noticed a tear, a single tear, rolling down from his right eye.
After a few moments of puzzlement, I decided to take a look at the other three Sovereign Pontiffs. Yes! Each of them was clearly lachrymose.
Whatever can this portentous portent portend?
I shall not enable suggestions which are in more than twelve words.