’Twas the night before Christmas, the office was closed, - Charles Stross

He's an artist," she said calmly. "I've dealt with the type before, and recently. Like the bad guy said, never give an artist a Browning; they're some of the most dangerous folks you can meet. The Festival fringe—shit! Artists almost always want an audience, the spectacle of destruction."

I am at a loss for words to describe my lack of eagerness to go there.

What if he is a true believer, have you thought about that?"
"A true believer in what? The prosperity gospel? New Republican Jesus who rewards his faithful flock for their faith with the ability to make money fast? That's self-serving cant, and you know it. Wish-fulfillment as religion." A twitch of the cheek: Persephone unamused. "Don't get me started on the gap between the Vatican and their flock."