IN ONE OF THE PLACES OF WORSHIP OF Peterborough Cathedral, at this time there is a panel that will shows an ass enjoying a harp. One will not know whether to giggle or pray. Is it a supreme expression of faith in man, to waft him to nirvana as being a dumb beast? Or was that twelfth-century craftsman anticipating Rabelais, which stripped man to his behind and provided him a comic winning over with