Election's misteries

Reverend  Hartshorn's face had puckered into a scowl. "This, er, passionate experience of the divine to which you lay claim is not  necessarily evidence  of salvation," he said, choosing his words carefully. According to his theology, election was an absolute mystery; however, the notion that this foul-smelling lout could lay claim to revelation seemed monstrous.

Anita Diamant, The last days of Dogtown, pag 72

Ghosts and cannibals

Mimba had been right about white people. The best thing was to treat them like ghosts and cannibals, not  to be trusted. But sometimes, a white ghost would look at you straight on, with a full smile, eye to eye. The smile  on the eye was the secret, Mimba had taught her. You had to be careful always, but every now and again you could act as though they had souls, too. Easter was one like that.

Anita Diamant, The last days of Dogtown, pag 47