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God overheard Quiz's complaints. They were true and, briefly, surprised Him. Which also surprised Him, Who, unaccustomed to surprise, did not immediately recognize the emotion, for Whom the world and history were fixed as house odds, Who knew the grooves in phonograph records and numbered the knots in string. Which was silly of course. Not without truth, but silly. As though He were the Microfiche God.
On hell - liver scorching, heart and brain at flash point....
"We hit the Wall down here. It's wall-to-wall Wall. What, did you think Hell would be like some old-time baker's oven? That all you had to do was lie down on a pan like dough, the insignificant heat bringing you out, fluffing you up like bread or oatmeal cookies? You think we're birthday cake?"
Conversation between God the Father and Christ
"Wondering where You went wrong, Papa? Look at it this way. These things happen in the holiest of families."
"No. You've no forgiveness."
"Me?" Christ said, "I was built to forgive. I give away dispensation like a loss leader."