A CHRISTIAN1 and a Heathen in His Blindness were disputing, when the
Christian, with that charming consideration which serves to
distinguish the truly pious2 from the wolves that perish, exclaimed:
"If I could have my way, I'd blow up all your gods with dynamite3."
"And if I could have mine," retorted the Heathen in His Blindness,
bitterly malevolent4 but oleaginuously suave5, "I'd fan all yours out
of the universe."
