Sackcloth and Ashes

As befits a Lord Spiritual, the late Archbishop of Canterbury has delivered his farewell blah-blah in the House of Donors, Lickspittles and Catamites, making urbane jests about historical decapitations and his suddenly vacant diary and eliciting urbane sniggers from the elevated and erminated. As befits a CEO, the Archbishop had clung on by his fingernails and teeth for as long as possible before resigning; as befits an Anglican, repentance and contrition for his role in condoning the activities of a wealthy abuser appear to have been conspicuously absent; and as befits an Christian, he has now delivered a form of words with which the little people are expected to rest content.