I know just what you mean, Pearl, when you mention how you slip softly by the church of the martyred St Stephen. I have been tiptoeing past the church of St Agnes in the same fashion for years and years. It's as if some portion of the saint's agony is still present in the bricks. And one must comport oneself in a reverent fashion to ease the pain.

The Glee Club sopranos are spearheading efforts to eradicate this sort of leaking guilt that occurs near church buildings.  They are proposing a wholesale switch between the names of the saints and the names of car models!  St Stephens would be called The Malibu. St Nicholas, The Hummer. And so forth. Gay, forward-looking names from the best people on Madison Avenue. Conversely, cars would be named after the saints, inspiring a genuine awe and respect in their drivers, as should be the case! The sopranos have not found much support for their idea. But I think it's just a matter of time until it catches on, don't you Pearl?

I Remain Your Devoted Miss Blue