in the grand deeds of

He is barely fifteen, his beard only just making a tentative appearance in odd places, a teenaged boy with the unique gift of somehow presenting his gangly too-long limbs as earnest rather than foolhardy.If asked, he’d say he was partaking in a lively discussion. His father -- coming to retrieve him in a few hours and trying his best to temper his frustration with that unique combination of sternness and wisdom that all parents must learn in raising their children -- would use the word “arguing”. With a priest, no less.