![]() Moses may have taken two tablets before breakfast, but there was nobody home to listen to the prayers of the victims of the Shoah. The truth won't make your Baby Jesus cry because, sad to say, there ain't no such Son of God. I wish I could go back to the comforting certainties of atheism it's so much less unpleasant than the One True Religion. ![]() But then I was recruited by the Laundry, and learned better. It was a conviction encouraged by every crazy news item from the Middle East, every ludicrous White House prayer breakfast on the TV. Like the majority of ordinary British citizens, I used to be a good old–fashioned atheist, secure in my conviction that folks who believed-in angels and demons, supernatural manifestations and demiurges, snake-fondling and babbling in tongues and the world being only a few thousand years old-were all superstitious idiots. ![]() Bob Howard, accidental hero, return in the fourth of Charles Stross's novel about the activities of that most secret of British secret agencies-The Laundry. ![]()
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