... there will be enough of those. Some memories: of the day when, by an act of papal primacy (immediate and ordinary and episcopal) dead in line with Vatican I, Sanctissimus Dominus Noster Georgius alterius orbis papa Carey sent a Guildford suffragan clutching a Primatial Commission in his hot little hands to "ordain" women for the Diocese of Chichester. Eric came to us at Lancing - he loved singing pontifical high Mass in Lancing Chapel - and then had lunch; his face grew redder and redder as the gin ... and the wine ... flowed, and we drowned our sorrows in the traditional Anglo-Catholic way. Memories also of the sermons he preached when Lancing had a head master, formerly head of Rugby, who did not share our foundational Catholicism. Somehow, Eric always seemed to be able to work into his homilies a scathing reference to "the ideas sometimes associated with the name of Thomas Arnold head master of Rugby". It was a commonplace that the Chichester diocese, during his pontificate, was the Indian Summer of the C of E; certainly, of the Catholic Movement. After he retired, the secret police went round the diocese gathering evidence of 'illegalities', and the rumour was that a man was going to be put in with a clear remit to "bring it back into the Church of England". So women began to receive the diocesan license to officiate; and the Roman Rite began to be persecuted.
Eric had exactly what Manning found so reprehensible in Newman; the old Anglican Oxford Patristic tone. It was a style of theological Anglican Catholicism which read and remembered; which argued and did Divinity in accordance with the rules of evidence and of logic; which was deeply marked by the continuities of the Anglican Catholic tradition and its rootedness in parish church as well as in Cathedral and library.
Sadly, Eric was a man out of his age. His gentle gifts of erudition and rational discourse seemed naked before the mechanised onslaught of the panzer divisions of Liberalism and feminism. It was under Eric's leadership of the Catholic Movement that, uneasily, we gradually became aware that we were winning every argument but losing the war. It took some time to realise it, but eventually we identified the strengths our enemies possessed. Their idea of 'discussion' or 'dialogue' meant shouting abuse until their foes fell silent. They would never engage in argument rationally because they already knew every answer. To disagree with them was but to manifest one's own psychological problems -one's phobias and hang-ups and prejudices. What defences had the methods by which Divinity was done on the banks of the Isis against this ruthless totalitarianism and its readiness to exterminate?
Only God knows if the Ordinariate game will work out in practice. If it does, this would be the best possible memorial to Eric: the old Oxford Patristic Tone - the Divinity of Pusey and Keble and Liddon and Kemp and and Carpenter and Farrer and Mascall and Chadwick and Cross and Kilpatrick and so many others - as a living and thriving reality in a broader Christendom. We owe it to them to ensure that the Anglican Patrimony is not just seen as needlework and anthems at Evensong.