Lambs of God - Ignatius, Margarita
Holding up the mound of tangled almost-wool that had defeated him Ignatius asked for help. He concluded that the sisters clearly hoped humiliation would turn into humility. Ignatius had an idea for how he might ingratiate himself, “You know, this reminds me of the story of Rumplestilskin...” Margarita descended on him like a great condor about to snatch him in her claws. With a swoop of her arm she chopped out the confounding section and threw it into the fire, “Not everything is a story.” Funny, because Ignatius felt rather like the Gordian knot, destroyed by this wool clad Alexander.