“You know what you can buy at the supermarket?†Laws inquired acidly. “I’ll tell you. Canned burnt offerings.â€
“You know what you can buy at the hardware store?†Hamilton answered. “Scales to weigh your soul on.â€
“That’s silly,†the blond said petulantly. “A soul doesn’t have any weight.â€
“Then,†Hamilton reflected, “you could put one through the U. S. mail for nothing.â€
“How many souls,†Laws conjectured ironically, “can be fitted into one stamped envelope? New religious question. Split mankind in half. Warring factions. Blood running in the gutters.â€
“Ten,†Hamilton guessed.
“Fourteen,†Laws contradicted.
“Heretic. Baby-murdering monster.â€
“Bestial drinker of unpurified blood.â€
“Accursed spawn of filth-devouring evil.â€
Philip K. Dick