Absolute Truths. Susan Howatch

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      ‘Certainly not!’ came the robust reply. ‘Bishops need to be warm in order to function properly.’

      I thought Hippolytus would have made a very acid comment on this statement, but of course he had not been obliged to endure the numbing effect of an English February. Fleetingly I pictured Bishop Callistus toasting himself without guilt in front of a brazier of hot coals as he planned his next compassionate sermon to adulterers.

      Our bedroom at the South Canonry faced the front of the house, and from the windows we could see beyond the huge beech-tree by the gate and across the Choir School’s playing-field to the southern side of the Cathedral: the roof of the octagonal chapter house was clearly visible above the quadrangle formed by the cloisters, and beyond this roof the central tower rose high above the nave to form the base of the spire.

      ‘Why are you gazing glassy-eyed at the curtains?’

      ‘I was thinking of the Cathedral beyond them. Since you’ve just apologised for throwing the ashtray at me all those years ago, let me now apologise for wanting our bedroom to face the back garden when we moved here.’

      ‘Thank you, darling. But of course I realised that was because you were slightly neurotic about Starbridge at the time. Imagine wanting to face a boring old back garden when you had the chance to face one of the architectural wonders of Europe!’

      I laughed dutifully at the memory of this foolishness.

      In contrast to the tropical temperature generated by the new heating system the bedroom presented a cool, austere appearance. The modern furniture was white; my wardrobe and tallboy, inherited from my father, stood in my dressing-room next door. Lyle had chosen the white furniture, just as she had chosen the ice-blue curtains and the wintry grey carpet. At first I had thought: how cold! But soon I had realised that the coldness became erotic when it formed the background for Lyle’s collection of nightwear. Lyle had never adjusted her wardrobe to her advancing years. Having kept her figure she had no trouble buying exactly what she liked, and what she liked had changed little since I had first met her. During the day she wore simple, elegant suits and dresses in chaste, muted colours and looked like a very exclusive executive secretary – or perhaps like a grand version of the lady’s companion she had been in the 1930s when she had run the palace so efficiently for the Jardines. But at night the air of propriety was discarded and amazing creations foamed and frothed from the ice-white wardrobe. Then indeed my pity for the celibate bishops of the Early Church knew no bounds.

      ‘What would I do,’ I said as I slid between the sheets, ‘if you weighed twelve stone and wore flannel nightgowns and had hair like corrugated iron?’

      ‘Die of boredom. And what would I do if you were bald and paunchy and looked like an elderly baby?’

      ‘I’m sure you’d find some stimulating solution.’

      An amusing interlude followed. I find it curious that it should be so widely believed that no one over sixty can possibly be interested in sexual intercourse, and I find it well-nigh scandalous that so many people today still believe that Christianity is against sex. Christianity has certainly experienced bouts of thinking that there are better ways of occupying one’s time – in the Early Church, for instance, when the end of the world was believed to be imminent, procreation was inevitably regarded as a self-indulgent escape from the far more urgent task of saving souls – but today it is generally recognised among Christians that sexual intercourse is good. It is the abuse of sexual intercourse which causes all the problems and which prompts Christians like me to speak up in the hope of saving people from being exploited, tormented and wrecked. At Cambridge my undergraduates had nicknamed me ‘Anti-Sex Ashworth’, but no sobriquet could have been more inappropriate. I may be an ardent moralist but I put a high value on sex – which explains why I am an ardent moralist. I detest the fact that this great gift from God is regularly devalued and degraded.

      ‘St Paul should have had sex regularly,’ said Lyle later as we lit our cigarettes.

      ‘Why have you got your knife into St Paul all of a sudden?’

      ‘He was beastly to women and queers.’

      ‘That’s a highly debatable statement. If one takes into account that some of the Epistles weren’t written by him –’

      ‘What would St Paul have said to the woman in my prayer-group who broke down last week and told us her son was deeply in love with another man?’

      ‘I’m sure he’d have been extremely kind to her.’

      ‘But she doesn’t want mere kindness, Charles, least of all for herself! She wants her son to be accepted, particularly by the Church. She says: is it right that a promiscuous homosexual can confess to an error and receive absolution while two homosexuals who practise fidelity in a loving relationship are barred from receiving the sacrament?’

      ‘She’s mistaken in assuming that a promiscuous homosexual would automatically receive absolution. I certainly wouldn’t absolve anyone I thought intended to continue committing buggery in public lavatories.’

      ‘Yes, but –’

      ‘Also I don’t think you should lose sight of the law of the land. Homosexual acts are illegal. You surely can’t expect the Church to condone law-breaking en masse!’

      ‘But what are ordinary, law-abiding homosexuals supposed to do, Charles, if they have no gift for chastity? After all, most heterosexual men find chastity quite beyond them – how would you yourself manage if I ran off and left you on your own?’

      ‘I’d run after you and haul you back.’

      ‘What fun! But seriously, Charles –’

      ‘Oh, I freely admit I’d hate to be celibate. But that doesn’t mean God’s incapable of calling me to such a life and it doesn’t mean either that I’d be incapable of responding to such a call if it came. By the grace of God –’

      ‘– all things are possible. Quite. But Charles, are you really saying that the Church has nothing to say to these people except that they should regard their homosexual inclinations as a call to celibacy?’

      ‘The Church has plenty to say to everyone, regardless of their sexual inclinations. And let’s get one point quite clear: the Church is not against homosexuals themselves. Indeed many homosexuals do excellent work as priests.’

      ‘Yes, but they’re the celibates, aren’t they? What I want to know is –’

      ‘My dear, I have every sympathy for anyone, heterosexual or homosexual, who’s severely tempted to indulge in illicit sexual activity, but the Church can’t just adopt a policy of “anything goes”! Any large organisation has to make rules and set standards or otherwise, human nature being what it is, the whole structure collapses in chaos!’

      ‘Yes, I quite understand that, but you still haven’t answered my question. What happens to the people who just can’t fit into this neat, orderly world designed by the Church? I mean, have you ever thought, really thought, about what it must be like to be a homosexual? Your problem is that you haven’t the slightest interest in homosexuality and you have no homosexual friends.’

      ‘Surely those are points in my favour!’

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