The Revd Livermore abjured ‘bells and smells’. He would not have liked one of the three officiant priests going round the congregation, sprinkling holy water on them. Nor would he have liked the incense and the candles. He would have liked the sermon about the Sermon on the Mount or the Beatitudes (in which Jesus said that it was people such as the poor, the hungry, the distressed, and the despised who were blessed—and definitely not the bankers), which was clear, moving, unpretentious, and humorous. He would have repudiated the term ‘The Mass’, and especially ‘High Mass’. He might perhaps have liked the way in which the congregation sang various parts of the service in full voice, and in English. He would not have liked the fact that the choir sang parts of the service in Greek and Latin, despite — perhaps even because of — the beauty of their singing. I find it difficult to imagine how he would have coped with my Japanese neighbour in the pew. Or with the ‘Peace’, in which participants go round wishing peace to their neighbours, in the ancient Semitic fashion. Perhaps he would have liked that.