To George, Overwhite still seemed like a windbag, but he was obviously a resourceful and intelligent one, a… — James Morrow

For moral reasons, the young Reverend Peter Sparrow declined to join the Saturday night gatherings of the Erebus Poker Club. Gambling, he knew, was Satan’s third favorite pastime, after sex and ecumenicalism.

“It must have been hard converting your elders in the Pentagon to this view.”

“Ever try stuffing a melted marshmallow up a wildcat’s ass? It can be done, but you have to like your job.”

Now we’re getting somewhere, George told himself, although he sensed that this situation would not endure.