Readers will be familiar with the deep disagreements I have on historical matters with positions taken by His Excellency Bishop Richard Williamson. Furthermore, we are warned by Dom Gregory Dix, that the heraldic symbol of a bishop is a Crook. And, of course, every Englishman remembers the solemn injunctions placed upon him by his Father on the momentous occasion when we were, each of us, sent out upon the dangers of this naughty world: "My dear boy ... one last thing ... I beg you always to remember ... whatever else you forget ... I adjure you by your grandmother's grave ... never trust a Wykehamist."
His Excellency does sometimes have a jolly point upon his Blog. The other day he was commenting on the very humble ... the very very humble ... the very very very humble ... statement issued by the Superiors of the erstwhile Ecclesia Dei communities who, for some unaccountable reason, sound scared.
Bishop Richard reminded us of a Fable by Aesop. Allow me to retell it.
A Lamb was drinking from a stream one morning when its friendly neighbourhood Wolf approached the stream higher up the channel. The Wolf, who was feeling hungry, complained ferociously that the Lamb was stirring up his drinking water and making it muddy.
The Lamb very deferentially pointed out that, since it was downstream from the Wolf, this could not be factual.
"But you told lies about me last year", raged the Wolf.
Ever a pedant, the Lamb pointed out very deferentially that, last year, it was as yet unborn.
"Well, it was your brother!"
"Your highness, I don't have brother!"
"Well, I'm going to have you for breakfast anyway", concluded the Wolf.
Didn't that Pope Benedict once talk about wolves?
Is it speciesist to be preoccupied with wolves?