 Sometimes I felt as though my conversion was incomplete, awaiting some further grace or transformation. At other times I felt that I belonged to a category of Catholics that used to be common in Catholic novels and Catholic sociology, but had been abolished somewhere in the 1970s. The good-bad Catholic, or the bad-good one, whose loyalty was stronger than his faith, and whose faith was stronger than his practice, but who didn't want the Church to change all the rules to make his practice easier, because then what would really be the point?