Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.


The outrageous Mark Twain (ed. Doubleday Books, 1987)


Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.

Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.

Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.

Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.