The Bible, you know, is rather a disappointment: it has never done for humanity what it should have done.
Once, a Jehovah Witness came to my house with his teenage daughter. When I saw her supple body – she couldn’t have been more than 16 – I began to wonder if she was the jail bait of religion. Was he using his daughter to win the faith of horny men and young and lost teenagers?
“Do you have religion?” he asked. “Do you believe in God?”
“I’m Agnostic,” I replied.
His face went sour and took a few steps back. And as if my Agnosticism were a contagious disease, “I’m sorry to hear that.”