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.