Alerted once again to the sheer volume of inconsequence, she determined to hear the signal through the noise...
‘But what of canon 218?’ she snapped. ‘Only a fool could overlook its place within the hierarchy of truths consolidated in the 1917 Codex Juris Canonici.’
‘This hour is not our hour,’ she murmured Sphinx-like: ‘We have no time now. We stand between the times’.
She turned away from his library of trivialities, firmly yet joyfully resolved to seek the truth in life, and life alone.