Now that theOlympics mocks the glory of Jesus Christ at His Last Supper, now that the flimsy five Olympic rings forsake the Lord who crowns true victors and victresses (yes, traditional Latin-based English has a feminine for female champions, because women deserve their own vocabulary!), now ...
whatever you want me to play. Or I won’t play at all if you don’t want me to play. Now, whatever it is that will please you, I’ll do it. (pause all around) But I don’t think you really know what that one is.”