I’m translating his first sermon, preached when he was ordained priest. The first couple of chapters are so-so, although theologically a bit dodgy at one point, where he suggests that there cannot be sinners in heaven, nor sinners worshipping God, so we had better pray to some intermediary saint or other.
In chapter three he gets into a fulsome panegyric of someone. That someone was born wealthy. No names, so far.
I am rather afraid that I am translating a prolonged bum-suck to Flavian, the bishop of Antioch who was ordaining him.
Let’s hope not. Clerical flattery is disgusting.