Around the office, Frank Bergoglio was nicknamed the Mad Monk.
He was a former seminarian; five foot six inches if
he was lucky, forty or fifty pounds overweight, badly pockmarked,
nails bitten to the quick. A driven personality. The kind
to stay up all night working, to go three months
without taking off a weekend. A capable accountant, but he
was burdened by a zealot’s poverty of judgment. He burned
at too high a temperature to be worth much meeting
with clients, but he made a good assistant to Ben
Shirazi. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s celibate.
Paraphrases from the novel Presumed Innocent by Scott Turow.