“There is a kind of animal frenzy can be whipped up sometimes among fools and children, often using religion as an excuse for it. When it happens, it is wise to be elsewhere.”

Source: The True Game, The Flight of Mavin Manyshaped (1985), Chapter 3 (p. 45)

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