In the pews in the church were twenty or twenty-five people, individuals who’d arrived there by themselves, as opposed to in the company of others, the kind of parishioners I think of to myself as weekday morning Mass goers, who tend to be quieter or more sedate than those who attend Mass on Sundays alone. Which of course isn’t to say they are any better, or are any more pleasing to God. If I myself have become a weekday morning Mass goer, it is because I recognize that I need to be one, more than do most, due to a persistent lack of virtue in me, and an attachment to things of the world.