And they watched and wondered if it was right to prefer the night to the day; if it was wrong to see themselves as little more than the nameless black that the nightlit sky dressed them in; if the fireworks would possibly speed the drying of their pants.

Alfred J. Glouchester couldn't say how he had come to this particularly privileged place. He lived his life according to a few separate principles which collectively led him to think the merest impulses were imbued with the meaning and majesty of the divine that lies within us all. To the outside world it seemed he merely favored large women with large breasts.