The High Sparrow Waken

And one day you walked through a graveyard and realized it was all for nothing and set out on the path to righteousness.

[scottlouis]

I could listen to that dude all day. His voice and line delivery is incredible.

[MrNuclearturtle]

Post nut clarity so crystal I became religious

[rakusoverthecoals]

Old man thinks he's Morpheus when really he's Agent Smith.

[tomaspabon]

I love that hes so compelling and so hateable all at once

[raynarksatriawibowo]

It seems like Cersei blow the whole quality story of got along with the Sept

[steveyang]

The High Sparrow: If were to let you leave right now, where would you go ?

What would you seek out ?

Margaery: I'd go to my brother, my husband, my family.

The High Sparrow:Of course, but for you, that means seeking out money, finery, power.

Seeking out your family means seeking out sin.

I'm not maligning you.

I sought those things out, too.

To the exclusion of all else.

My father was a cobbler.

He died when I was young and I took over his shop.

He was a simple man and he made simple shoes.

But I found that the more work I put into my shoes, the more people wanted them.

Fine leather, ornamentation, detailing, and time.

Time most of all.

Dozens of hours spent on a single pair.

Margaery:Quality takes time.

The High Sparrow:( chuckles ) Yes.

I imagine you've worn a year of someone's life on your back.

The highborn liked to cover their feet with my time and they paid well for the privilege.

I used their money to buy a taste of their lives for myself.

Each time I indulged, I felt myself ascending to something better.

Margaery: And one day you walked through a graveyard and realized it was all for nothing and set out on the path to righteousness. <Book of the Stranger, verse 25>.

The High Sparrow:You know <"The Seven-Pointed Star" >

Margaery: Septa Unella reads it to me. At me.

The High Sparrow: Yes, yes, she does enjoy reading at people.

You're close. But it wasn't a graveyard.

It was a feast. I bought old fine wine and young pretty girls and invited my friends to come and share it all.

We passed around the wine, passed around the women, and soon we fell into a stupor.

I woke before dawn.I could barely stand.

Everyone else was asleep on the couches or on the floor, lying in heaps next to their fine clothes.The truth of their bodies laid bare.

I could smell them,

beneath the incense and the perfume and the fine food that had already started to turn.

And I saw it with perfect clarity.

I saw what my sins were.

The gold I had, the wine I drank, the women I used, my ceaseless struggle to maintain my position.It was all part of a story.

A story I was telling myself about who I was.

A collection of lies that would disappear in the light.

The people I was trying to climb away from, the beggars in the street, the poor, they were closer to the truth than I ever was.

Margaery: So what did you do?

The High Sparrow: I left to go and find them.

I didn't even put on my shoes.

I walked out the door and never went back.

[timwhite]

"the beggers in the street, the poor. They were closer to the truth than anyone."
Yeah, but they're poor and have to beg in the street. Who wants that? I assure you not the beggers.

This guy was so full of shit I'm surprised everyone's noses didn't turn up when he enters a room. He told like 3 different stories about his shoes, and I'm sure those are part of a repertoire he likes to employ.
He's always going on about the "rich in their finery." That they cover themselves in the trappings of wealth and power, and use them for their own ends. He does the EXACT same thing, except he goes a different route. He uses the tattered tunic and bare feet are his trappings of power, and uses them in the same way the people he likes to rail against. If anything he's doing it in much more cynical way than the rich do. They do it to appear as your social better. He does it to appear as your moral better.
He would talk about holding the rich and power to account, but it's interesting that besides Loras Tyrell (who was gay in a medieval setting) he only seems to target women. Specifically women without powerful men to support them: Cerci and Margery have Tommen but he doesn't possess a steel spine. Jaime proved all that: he came right out and admitted to worse crimes than Cerci, and challenged the Sparrow to do the same to him that he did to his sister. And… he did nothing.
Afterwards he was talking about how now it was Lady Olena who he was going to go after, right after we had Jaime talk about killing the king (king slaying), killing his cousin in attempt to escape Robb (kin slaying) and all the other shit. The sparrow? "Yes well, what can you do?" An old wealthy widow? "She must be held to account!"
What a douchebag.