Maybe because my father was a scientist and the nuns who taught at our school all had college degrees in their subjects—the nun who taught my seventh and eighth grade science classes had a master’s degree—but I grew up thinking that one of God’s great gifts to us was a world that didn’t operate by magic.
Mr. Mannion has spritus mundi and the chicken and the egg nicely circumscribed in his "free thinker's tea cup"–I dare say..
Planet of the Blind 