Chapter 24

           OncetheywereintheairJubalsaid,"Well,Mike,whatdidyouthinkofit?"

           Mikefrowned."Idonotgrok."

           "Youaren’talone,son.WhatdidtheBishophavetosay?"

           Mikehesitatedalongtime,finallysaid,"MybrotherJubal,Ineedtoponderuntilgrokkingis."

           "Ponderrightahead,son.Takeanap.That’swhatI’mgoingtodo."

           Jillsaidsuddenly,"Jubal?Howdotheygetawaywithit?"

           "Getawaywithwhat?"

           "Everything.That’snotachurch–it’samadhouse."

           ItwasJubal’sturntoponderbeforeanswering."No,Jill,you’remistaken.Itisachurch?andthelogicaleclecticismofourtimes."

           "Huh?"

           "TheNewRevelationandalldoctrinesandpracticesunderitarealloldstuff,veryold.AllyoucansayaboutitisthatneitherFosternorDigbyeverhadanoriginalthoughtinhislife.Buttheyknewwhatwouldsell,inthisdayandage.Sotheypiecedtogetherahundredtimeworntricks,gavethemanewpaintjob,andtheywereinbusiness.Aboomingbusiness,too.TheonlythingthatscaresmeisthatImightlivetoseeitselltoowell–untilitwascompulsoryforeverybody."

           "Oh,no!"

           "Oh,yes.Hitlerstartedwithlessandallhehadtopeddlewashate.Hatealwayssellswell,butforrepeattradeandthelongpullhappinessissoundermerchandise.Believeme,Iknow;I’minthesamegriftmyself.AsDigbyremindedme."Jubalgrimaced."Ishouldhavepunchedhim,Instead,hemademelikeit.That’swhyI’mafraidofhim.He’sgoodatit,he’sclever.Heknowswhatpeoplewant.Happiness.