( Dear God, dear Lord who gives them strength, but Mr. Briggs sputters, he flushes, he thinks he may well dissolve into a fit of temper: ) It makes no one feel particularly better about anything.

( Not Mr. Briggs, and not, certainly, he assumes, any man of sense. ) You have no fear, worldly or for your soul, that you share a boat and a cause with infidels and creatures that should not breathe or set step upon this world? That you are not unlike them, with your own creations?