"Kiss the hem of my cloak. Swear allegiance to style. Hemmingway's style. Forswear commas even sensible commas. A comma means your sentence is too damn long. No one wants to read you. Hemmingway. McCarthy. Not a stupid Scottish Bear."
Bear has fun. Bear has 50 plot holes. Rolling them out one-by-one. Miraculously fixing them. You. Know. Let's try out this new style, though.
Francis is Pope. Some say he isn't. I don't know. A few things are good. Most seem bad. Like a bad pope. I was happy that day. I liked him. Now I'm sad. Is Francis the pope? I don't know. I feel no connection to him. I wish I knew. Would it make a difference? No. Probably not. I am confused. His ramblings his contradictions to the Faith and other things. Confused.
The Bear doesn't know, but it's probably going to take several months to adjust to this new style. He hopes you will bear with his commas, and his adverbs, and all the rest of the crazy stuff he includes in his ephemeris.