``Argyle eased the warm loaf right and left````and downed swift gulps of beer and venial sin````then lit into the bread now leavened with````the corpse\'s cardinal mischiefs, then he said``````Six pence, I\'m sorry.`` And the widow paid him.
Celtic and druidic, scapegoat and outlier, a fi. ```` ``So opens the unsanctioned priesthood of ``The Sin-Eater: A Breviary``--Thomas Lynch\'s collection of two dozen, twenty-four line poems--a book of hours in the odd life and times of Argyle, the sin-eater. ``Argyle eased the warm loaf right and left````and downed swift gulps of beer and venial sin````then lit into the bread now leavened with````the corpse\'s cardinal mischiefs, then he said``````Six pence, I\'m sorry.`` And the widow paid him
