A contemporary early Christian text describing the martyrdom of St. Polycarp, Bishop of Smyrna (now Izmir, Turkey).
This classic of English humor continues, with a chapter that's unusually full of acute observation and subtle social commentary. We visit a noble house that isn't expecting visitors. Also, foxes have earths, and the birds of the air feather their nests, but it looks like poor Mr. Sponge will soon have nowhere to lay his head. (This analogy of mine is probably the closest Sponge is going to get to a Christ figure.)