Steam now surrounded me, veiled my eyes, deprived me of all human vision, filled my sight with silken-fingered gloves, all wearing golden rings. The full papacy of heaven pointed at me in an instant. It was a vision I could not believe yet not deny, however blessed or cursed I was to see it. Who was I, beneath the choir of fingers wagging tongues at me, signaling my mouth, bidding me to speak?
–The Misdeeds of Captain Grillo