If anyone were to ask me to teach a class on the Protestant Reformation–and I live in perpetual hope that someone will–I would make a series of jokes about eating disorders.  Imagine, I would say, that people in the late Renaissance can be divided into anorexics and bulemics, those who feverishly pursue unreachable standards of holiness and those who chuck money into church collection plates in cynical hope of purchasing expiation.  It is a situation begging for intervention, for transformation.

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