On March 6, a high holiday on the Republican primary calendar, the young pundit dips his fingers in the holy water, crosses himself, and looks across the nave of St. Patrick’s Cathedral at a beautifully sung 1 p.m. Mass. Hanging back with the tourists, Ross Douthat stage-whispers a tutorial. “There’s the Eucharist—brisk for a daily Mass,” he says. Was that Latin? No, he snickers: The modern Mass is in English, and varies more than it used to from priest to priest—“as long as he hits his marks.”
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