The Bishop is not a bishop, but a client of the upmarket brothel, the
START: Now answer, mirror, answer me. Do I come here to discover evil and innocence? And in your gilt-edged glass, what was I? Never—I affirm it before God Who sees me—I never desired the episcopal throne.
END: And I wish to be bishop in solitude, for appearance alone. . . . And in order to destroy all function, I want to cause a scandal and feel you up, you slut, you bitch, you trollop, you tramp.
Jean Genet, The Balcony. Grove Press (electronic edition), p.16.
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