THE
POPE
In
closing, I wonder at my having been summoned---summoned?---from the dead---from
the dead? It striketh me mysterious that
I should be called to rule on such hobgoblins as internets, or
whatso ye call them. This ordeal
speaketh, methinks, to a longing for truth---as
though the past held more of that commodity.
Ask my nephews
or sons. I am old---so old
that, in the meanderings of my Renaissance mind, I do sometimes reach transport
to another epoch. I used to think these
instances of divine revelation. But, I doubt now but that they are wadings through the forests of time. At my age . . . Renaissance, Rome, hunting and . . . (He falls asleep. His FOOL pokes him.)
THE POPE (Continued)
What
then?
THE
FOOL
The
peasants await your ruling.
THE
POPE
So
they do. Romulus and Remus. So they do.(His eyelids droop.)
END OF PART XVI.
