Stunned, I said that I knew no such thing. This fellow was starting to piss me off; I could hardly tolerate the idea that there was anything Christian about “the degenerate West” — nor that his carousing with schismatics was anything but a certain path to hell. As far as I knew just then, it was all doom and gloom outside that Church door; why he and his good wife would sully themselves with such delirious darkness was inconceivable to me.