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