Whether or no this spirit was produced by, it clearly works with, a creed which postulates a humanised god and a vividly personal immortality. He found himself confronted by a burly policeman, who seized him by the arm, saying, not so fast, my man.
Coutzes lazed to his feet and strode over to the shelf. A feature like that would be a doubtful thing to try in any cultured atmosphere. Day and night, the stream of people coming and going from her tree shelter never ceased.