Said the king to his henchmen, “Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?!” So they did. To which he whinged afterwards, “But I didn’t mean they should do that!” I think the moral of T.S. Eliot’s Murder in the Cathedral is: be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.
Perhaps if Donald Trump had ever been encouraged to read he might have thought twice before egging his henchmen on to the Capitol that day. Henry II had himself whipped on the Cathedral steps, as was only fitting. But I’m finding it hard to juxtapose my images of Donald Trump and J.K. Rowling’s Dobby.