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Mike
was
in
robes
this
time
;
he
looked
taller
,
ascetic
,
and
intense
-
!
swear
his
eyes
gleamed
.
The
place
was
dimly
lighted
,
there
was
music
that
was
creepy
and
yet
made
you
want
to
dance
.
This
time
Patty
and
I
took
a
double
seat
together
,
a
couch
that
was
darn
near
a
bed
.
What
the
service
was
all
about
I
couldn
’
t
say
.
Mike
would
sing
out
to
them
in
Martian
,
they
would
answer
in
Martian
–
except
for
chants
of
‘
Thou
art
God
!
Thou
art
God
!
’
which
was
always
echoed
by
some
Martian
word
that
would
make
my
throat
sore
to
try
to
pronounce
it
.
"
Jubal
made
a
croaking
noise
.
"
Was
that
it
?
"
"
Huh
?
I
believe
it
was
–
allowing
for
your
horrible
tall
-
corn
accent
.
Jubal
?
are
you
hooked
?
Have
you
just
been
stringing
me
along
?
"
"
No
.
Stinky
taught
it
to
me
–
and
he
says
that
it
’
s
heresy
of
the
blackest
sort
.
By
his
lights
I
mean
–
I
couldn
’
t
care
less
.
It
’
s
the
Martian
word
Mike
translates
as
:
‘
Thou
art
God
.
’
But
our
brother
Mahmoud
says
that
isn
’
t
even
close
to
being
a
translation
.
It
’
s
the
universe
proclaiming
its
own
self
-
awareness
?
or
it
’
s
‘
peccavimus
’
with
a
total
absence
of
contrition
or
a
dozen
other
things
,
all
of
which
don
’
t
translate
it
.
Stinky
says
that
not
only
it
can
’
t
be
translated
but
that
he
doesn
’
t
really
understand
it
in
Martian
–
except
that
it
is
a
bad
word
,
the
worst
possible
in
his
opinion
and
much
closer
to
Satan
’
s
defiance
than
it
is
to
the
blessing
of
a
benevolent
God
.
Go
on
.
Was
that
all
there
was
to
it
?
Just
a
bunch
of
fanatics
yelling
Martian
at
each
other
?
"
"
Uh
?
Jubal
,
they
didn
’
t
yell
and
it
wasn
’
t
fanatical
.
Sometimes
they
would
barely
whisper
,
the
room
almost
dead
quiet
.
Then
it
might
climb
in
volume
a
little
but
not
much
.
They
did
it
in
sort
of
a
rhythm
,
a
pattern
,
like
a
cantata
,
as
if
they
had
rehearsed
it
a
long
time
?
and
yet
it
didn
’
t
feel
as
if
they
had
rehearsed
it
;
it
felt
more
as
if
they
were
all
just
one
person
,
humming
to
himself
whatever
he
felt
at
the
moment
.
Jubal
,
you
’
ve
seen
how
the
Fosterites
get
themselves
worked
up
-
"
"
Too
much
of
it
,
I
’
m
sorry
to
say
.
"
"
Well
,
this
was
not
that
sort
of
frenzy
at
all
;
this
was
quiet
and
easy
,
like
dropping
off
to
sleep
.
It
was
intense
all
right
and
got
steadily
more
so
,
but
–
Jubal
,
ever
sit
in
on
a
spiritualist
sance
?
"
"
I
have
.
I
’
ve
tried
everything
I
could
,
Ben
.
"
"
Then
you
know
how
the
tension
can
grow
without
anybody
moving
or
saying
a
word
.
This
was
much
more
like
that
than
it
was
like
a
shouting
revival
,
or
even
the
most
sedate
church
service
.
But
it
wasn
’
t
mild
;
it
packed
terrific
wallop
.
"
