He like the Church he serves is blind and empty and vainglorious. This God they prattle on about, where's His justice, where's His compassion? Does it please Him to see dying people hounded in His name, does He snigger at His bumbling priests, is He satisfied when men drop dead chopping stone out for His temples, twisted little God dying tepid-faced on a cross.... She thought, I'll go out and look for other gods, and maybe they'll be better and anyway they can't be worse.

Fourth measure Lords and Ladies (p. 169) - Pavane (1968)