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You stay here in case we need a Plan B. — Plan B, Reverend Mother? What’s our Plan B? — I’m not sure yet, I’ll think about it after I figure out Plan A.

One thing I’ve learned over the years is when anyone says, — with the greatest respect, it usually means they have no respect at all.

Brother Ambrose’s death had a profound effect on Brother Scully; suicide is always toughest on those left behind.

Why wouldn’t I be unhappy and unwell? I’ve recently realised that I’ve committed my life, my mind, my body, my soul, to a bloody fairy tale! I may as well pledge a vow of poverty and celibacy to the Easter Bunny!

That’s when Brother Scully realised that the Brotherhood was a family. It was his family, and maybe it was a dysfunctional family, but it was dysfunctional in a functional sort of way.

In the days that followed, young Brother Scully stepped over the thin line of acceptable behaviour and wandered into the wide-open plains of pure lunacy.

— Tell you this much, he said. — I’ve seen enough of Europe for one lifetime. You can keep yer Chomp-a-Leesay, Noter Dam and the I-fell Tower. Give me Patrick’s Street, the North Chapel and the bells of Shandon any day …