When Stanislaus Zolonowski-Bogomolov was elected pope he simply didn’t know what name to choose. Martin VI perhaps? Urban IX? Lando II? In the end he opted for Zachary. Zachary the Second! I accept! Humbly, of course.
And now to appear on the balcony. What to say? The thronging crowds were cheering. He waved. Good evening, he said – in Italian at first. And then in lots of languages because he was a polyglot. Good evening! Good evening!
Zachary the Second waved again. The crowd cheered. Hurrah! Hurrah!
“Come along Freddy,” said the nurse at the retirement home. “It’s time we threw you into the shower before bed.”