At this point Revy is just piously peacocking to impress the man upstairs, because if he truly cared about our souls, he'd give us something to sink our teeth into. This whole vapid display is nothing more than an egotistical, self-serving charade.
Apparently, when you get to the pearly gates, they check to see how much brown you have on your nose.
Apparently, when you get to the pearly gates, they check to see how much brown you have on your nose.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell