In his warmly heated pew, Barrent drowsed through Uncle Ingemar's sermon on the necessary performance of everyday evil.
Not even visits from Uncle Ingemar could make him change his antireligious ways.
"A hundred and eight degrees to be exact," Uncle Ingemar said.
"You'll change your mind when you become an older inhabitant," Ingemar said.
And it proved, Uncle Ingemar said, that Evil was the business of the poor as well as the rich.
