In Brideshead, Waugh describes his disillusionment with the Army in terms of a husband's disillusionment with a wife:
"I caught the false notes in her voice and learned to listen for them apprehensively ... I learned ... her jealousy and self-seeking, and her nervous trick with the fingers when she was lying ...".
I wonder if I am the only one to have followed this process with PF: "The nervous trick with the fingers when she was lying".
I had precisely this experience again with regard to PF's recent document advocating syncretistic relativism. Even before I had found the full text of the Declaration on my computer (I am still no good at all with these machines), I had seen his statement that the Declaration did not "go an inch beyond" the teaching of Vatican II.
Instantly ... I knew ... that it was going to go, in fact, rather more than an inch.
"The nervous trick with the fingers when he is lying".
Perhaps some of you, during these dark days, have recalled Chesterton's words Naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, save that the sky grows darker yet and the sea rises higher. But at least PF's propensity to resort to mendacity like a duck to water makes him that bit easier to read and, to that degree, perhaps a trifle less dangerous.