excerpt from: "A Little Girl Dreams of Taking the Veil"
The night will come when the Academy of Science itself will not
disdain to cast its gaze on the sewers of the world. The night
will come when, covered with all their jewels, the secondary skeletons
that one calls scientists will ask themselves this question: What
do little girls dream of who want to take the veil? On that night
a violent storm will break against the doors of the Academy of
Science and the water will roar in the pipes. The water will remember
the shameful year 1930, the year it would have like to see all
the cathedrals of the universe parade in far-too short dresses.
It will remember above all a certain night because...On good Friday
night of the shameful year 1930, a child hardly sixteen years
old dipped her two hands in a sewer pricked her skin and with
her blood traced these lines:
To love the Holy Father and to dip one's hand in a sewer, such
is happiness for us, the children of Mary.