| | hold the parson at bay. The parson, however, had privately prepared a string of questions which he was quite sure would drive Ezekiel into strait quarters. So he meets him the other day in the store.
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| | "How's this, Mr. Scranton? they tell me that you 're an atheist!"
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| | "Well I guess I be, Parson," says Ezekiel, comfortably.
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| | "Well, Ezekiel, let's talk about this. You believe in your own existence, don't you?"
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| | "No, I don't."
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| | "What! not believe in your own existence?"
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| | "No, I don't." Then, after a moment, "Tell you what, Parson, ain't a going to be twitched up by none o' your syllogisms."
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