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"I'm going to communion," she informed me.
"Ah, going to partake in a little transubstantiation?" I asked
"Don't make fun of me," she fumed.
The phrase "hoc est corpus" - latin for "this is flesh" and the phrase of transubstantiation in the old mass - was corrupted to give us the magical incantation "hocus pocus."
As I understand the old ways, the bread changes into the body of the Christ in the communioner's mouth. We were instructed not to chew the bread for this reason, letting it dissolve. It would seem that the Fathers did not think Jesus would appreciate being bitten.
It did occur to me that flesh would not dissolve in my mouth, but I had grown beyond logical analysis of matters of faith. As Xena and Quixote saith, when you notice something like that, a wizard did it.
Enjoy,
Malinov

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