The preacher, a Jesuit no less, stood in the pulpit, high above the congregation
and ranted and raved about sin, damnation and kingdom come. For twenty minutes
he roared out a tirade, whilst pounding the pulpit with both hands.
Eventually young Eugene O'Malley, five years old, turned to his mother and
said: 'Mum, whatever shall we do if he gets out of there?'