Pencils down... almost

Over the weekend, I finished the latest and, I hope, last draft of my Master's thesis.  I also finished the latest but certainly not the last draft of my Bronzino paper.  These are the last remains of a stillborn career in art history.  I went through the labor only to find the corpus devoid of breath.  Nevertheless, I have taken pleasure in writing again and inserting things into my paper that will upset academics.  For example, capitalizing He when using the pronoun for Jesus Christ.  I like putting in minute points of style or content like this to which academics are often more attune than the greater patterns of human heart and history. In a university, you could say, "My foreskin needs liberating!" and an academic would nod their head knowingly, but if you capitalize He for Christ, they might rupture a sphincter.