Complete Works of Virginia Woolf: The Voyage Out
I'm not exactly a Protestant, and I'm not a Catholic, but I could almost pray for the days of popery to come again - because of the fasts.
Here were the treasures which the great ocean had bestowed upon him - pale fish in greenish liquids, blobs of jelly with streaming tresses, fish with lights in their heads, they lived so deep.
an offensive way of referring to Roman Catholicism.
1. a small amount or drop of sth, especially a liquid, a small area of colour;
2. something that seems to have no definite shape