"The grand old Roman see"...

Sure, swift, flashing: that is the voice of the Rome that many yearn to hear these days:

... The heretic leader rears his head,
And the lie from his poisoned lips
Goes out like a thousand shadows of death,
Black as the black eclipse;
But sure and swift in the destined hour,
The Anathema from on high
Flashes, and down the doomed one falls,
As Lucifer fell from the sky....

And I think an anathema now and then is entirely appropriate; Our Lord didn't indulge the tax collectors in an unending dialogue: of course, the pastor's life is not all anathemas and no one would argue that it is. But certain occasions require 'yes' or 'no'.  The verse is from Father P. Murray's Song for the Pope, here posted at the always interesting Lux Occulta.