 was as a kind of examiner looking to correct the flaws that would get him into heaven, right? Wow. And he was worried about his own fame. You know, I think I point this out in the book. Yeah, you do. He has this wonderful poem called The Apologist's Evening Prayer, which ends with, "'Lord of the narrow gate and needle's eye, "'take from me all my trumpery,' meaning his work, "'lest I die.'" And at one point he writes the Italian priest, right? Right.