Chapter 8: The Pulpit
OMG, the service here is excellent! I had not been seated very long ere a man of a certain venerable robustness had entered. And ZOMG, it’s Father Mapple! What’s that? Did I drop something? Oh yes, I suppose Father Mapple *is* incredibly famous, and I suppose I *was* in attendance for this particular sermon, and I suppose that *does* make me superior to you in most ways. Ishmael =...