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The speaker emphasizes the need for the church to become more exclusive and mysterious. They reject evangelization, ecumenicalism, and tolerance. They want the church to be inaccessible and prohibited, believing this will make it more desirable. They express a desire for absolute love and devotion to God, even if it means having fewer faithful followers. They also mention that sin will no longer be forgiven easily and that obedience to the Pope is essential. The speaker asserts that compromise is no longer acceptable and that they will not negotiate or be blackmailed. They conclude with a reference to Jesus willingly sacrificing himself, indicating their refusal to compromise their beliefs. Knock, knock. Knock, knock. We're not in. For other cardinals from this day forward, we're not in, no matter who's knocking on our door. We're in, but only for God. From this day forward, everything that was wide open is going to be closed. Evangelization, we've already done it. Ecumenicalism, been there, done that. Tolerance, doesn't live here anymore. It's been evicted. It vacated the house for the new tenant, who has diametrically opposite tastes in decorating. We've been reaching out to others for years now. It's time to stop. We're not going anywhere. We are here, because what are we? We are cement, and cement doesn't move. We are cement without windows, so we don't look to the outside world. Only the church possesses the charisma of truth. It's Saint Ignatius of Antioch. He was right. We have no reason to look out. Instead, look over there. What do you see? That's the door. The only way in. Small and extremely uncomfortable, and anyone who wants to know us has to find out how to get through that door. Brother Cardinals, we need to go back to being prohibited, inaccessible, and mysterious. That's the only way we will once again become desirable. That's the only way great love stories are born, and I don't want any more part-time beliefs. I want great love stories. I want fanatics for God, because fanaticism is love. Everything else is strictly a surrogate, and it stays outside the church. With the attitudes of the last papacy, the church won for itself great expressions of fondness from the masses. It became popular. Isn't that wonderful? You might be thinking, we received plenty of esteem, lots of friendship. I have no idea what to do with the friendship of the whole wide world. What I want is absolute love and total devotion to God. Should that mean a church only for the few? That's a hypothesis, and the hypothesis isn't the same as the reality. But even this hypothesis isn't so scandalous. I say better to have a few that are reliable than have a great many that are distractible and indifferent. The public squares have been jam-packed, but the hearts have been emptied of God. You can't measure love with numbers. You can only measure it in terms of intensity, in terms of blind loyalty to the imperative. Fix that word firmly in your souls. Imperative. From this day forth, that's what the Pope wants. That's what the church wants. That's what God wants. And so the liturgy will no longer be a social engagement. It will become hard work, and sin will no longer be forgiven at will. I don't expect any applause from you. There will be no expression of thanks in this chapter. None from me, and none from you. Courtesy and good manners are not the business of men of God. What I do expect is that you will do what I've told you to do. There is nothing outside your obedience to Pius XIII. Nothing except hell. A hell you may know nothing about. But I do. Because I built it. Right behind that door. Hell. The past few days, I've had to build hell for you. That's why I come to you belatedly. I know you will obey. Because you've already figured out that this Pope isn't afraid to lose the faithful if they've been even slightly unfaithful. And that means this Pope does not negotiate on anything or with anyone. And this Pope cannot be blackmailed. From this day forth, the word compromise has been banished from the vocabulary. I just deleted it. Jesus willingly mounted the cross. He was not making compromises. Neither am I. Amen.