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My row over nothing with Sister Wendy

Twenty years ago, I had a short, pithy and productive altercation with the late Sister Wendy Beckett (1930-2018), the art commentator, while I was cleaning her bathroom. She lived in a caravan in a wood near our monastery.

I mentioned casually that I thought it

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