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by Bruce Coville and Jane Yolen
p.13 "July twenty-seventh," Reverend Beelson repeated, "in this year of our Lord two thousand, is the Day of Atonement. It is the Day of Anointment. It is the Day of Armageddon."
And the Day of Alliteration, I thought. Plus capital letters.
p.39-40 Our congregation only had about 50 people altogether, and that was counting the children. And not all of them had come to the mountain. "Backsliders," was what Reverend Beelson called them. "People with greasy souls." And he added that at Armageddon they would be the last do die. "So they will know to the end what they have missed," he said. "But their souls, being greasy, will crackle when they burn."
p.163 While Beelson was praying I snuck a look around. When I used to do that in my old church I could always find two or three people with their eyes open. sometimes our eyes would meet, and the other person would look surprised, or ashamed. Or even give me a smile. But here in Cut House, everyone except me had their eyes squeezed shut. I wonder if they were afraid God wouldn't listen to a prayer that came from someone whose eyes were open.
p.75 The thing I want to know is, if you tell your brain not to do stuff and it keeps doing it anyway, does that mean your mind has a mind of its own? And if it does, then who's in charge here, anyway?
It's a wonder we're not all lunatics.
p.135 Reverend Hill at the Methodist Church used to say it was hard to keep your faith when everyone around you is a disbeliever. If that's true, then it would make sense if it's equally hard to cling to your disbelief when everyone around you is just dripping with faith.