Brown shakes his head. “Not following.”
“Sure you are.” Everyone picks arguments with me these days! thinks Zan.
“I don’t believe because there’s no intelligent reason to.”
“Horseshit.”
“You’ve become rather more forceful than when I used to know you, Alexander. Rather more talkative.”
“So everyone tells me lately. Maybe I always think I’m on the radio.”
“Or the vodka perhaps.”
“Probably.”
“But that doesn’t mean that what you say makes more sense, does it?”
“Listen, if you’re being purely rational about it, then agnosticism is the only stance that has any logic to it. The atheist is just another kind of zealot. You’re zealous in your non-belief but the zealotry is no different from the zealotry of faith.”
“But how can you believe in God?”
“Fifty-one days out of a hundred. . ”
“Explain to me one day out of a hundred.”
“Who cares?”
“Meaning you can’t answer, can you?”
“Meaning do you care.”
“I’m positively riveted.”
“Because it makes more sense to me,” says Zan.
“God makes more sense?”