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moral obligation to be Postmaster-General or Master of Foxhounds or to live to walk ten miles at eighty.’
‘Wrong,’ I said. ‘Moral obligation - now you’re back on religion again.
‘I never left it, said Brideshead.
‘D’you know, Bridey, if I ever felt for a moment like becoming a Catholic, I should only have to talk to you for five minutes to be cured. You manage to reduce what seem quite sensible propositions to stark nonsense.’
‘It’s odd you should say that. I’ve heard it before from other people. It’s one of the many reasons why I don’t think I should make a good priest. It’s something in the way my mind works, I suppose.’
At luncheon Julia had no thoughts except for her guest who was coming that day. She drove to the station to meet him and brought him
Saturday, 4 October 2008
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