No rapture, so where the hell were the fans?
Clearly if you have this in your hands then the end of the world — the lakes of fire, vengeful serpents etc., etc. — did not quite materialise.
(We never credited these people with existing until the day my wife and I were at the Smithsonian Museum in Washington, standing in front of an exhibition on evolution featuring stuffed monkeys. “Those are NOT your ancestors, Bobby,” said a man behind us to the child by his side. Sometimes we kid each other, even now, that he was talking about the monkeys.)
