Some of you know that I am a fan of 19th century English literature.  My favourites are Dickens, Hardy and Twain.  I haven’t much enjoyed 20th century fiction largely because I have found it too harsh, hopeless and often gratuitously salacious for my tastes.  However, a few years ago I became interested in a twentieth century Catholic novelist, Evelyn Waugh, particularly his novel Brideshead Revisited.  I was uncomfortable with the marital immorality…