"Oh, but why?" said Mr. Bondy. "Does it really mean such mischief? Even if all this were true . . . is it such a disaster?"
"Bondy, my Karburator is a terriffic thing. It will overturn the whole world, mechanically and socially. It will cheapen production to an unbelievable extent. It will do away with poverty and hunger. It will some day save our planet from freezing up. But, on the other hand, it hurls God as a by-product into the world. I implore you, Bondy, don't underrate what it means. We aren't used to reckoning with God as a reality. We don't know what His presence may bring about—say, socially, morally, and so on. Why, man, this thing affects the whole of human civilization!"
"Wait a minute!" said Bondy thoughtfully. "Perhaps there's some charm or other that would exorcise it. Have you called in the clergy?"
"What kind of clergy?"
"Any kind. The denomination probably makes no difference in this case, you know. Perhaps they could do something to stop it."
"Oh, that's all superstition!" burst out Marek. "Leave me alone with your parsons! Catch me giving them a chance to make a miraculous shrine out of my cellar! Me, with my views!"
"Very well," declared Mr. Bondy. "Then I'll call them in myself. You never can tell. . . .
