It occurred to Ernest Clayton that what was unnerving about them [the brothers] was that ordinary men--not Father Anselm, of course, but middle-of-the-road-men--seemed to lose all individuality as soon as they got out of their every day clothes and into the monk's habit. It was as if our identity amounted to no more than the shade of a sports jacket, the strip of a tie.
Blood Brotherhood (p. 35)
by Robert Barnard
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