QUOTE : Tell me,” said Brutha, sipping his mug of water, “do any of them know much about gods?” “You’d want a priest for that sort of thing,” said the barman. “No, I mean about…what gods are…how gods came to exist…that sort of thing,” said Brutha, trying to get to grips with the barman’s peculiar mode of conversation. “Gods don’t like that sort of thing,” said the barman. “We get that in here some nights, when someone’s had a few. Cosmic speculation about whether gods really exist. Next thing, there’s a bolt of lightning through the roof with a note wrapped around it saying ‘Yes, we do’ and a pair of sandals with smoke coming out. That sort of thing, it takes all the interest out of metaphysical speculation.