I have, in fact, offered--by myself, I mean, and without other aid--to dynamite out the front of his church, underpin it, and put him in a Norman gateway; either that, or blast out the back of it where the choir sit, just as he likes.

I was thinking about it last Sunday as they were singing the anthem, and realizing what a lot one might do there with a few sticks of dynamite." "I doubt it," said Mr.Fyshe.

"In fact, Newberry, to speak very frankly, I begin to ask myself, Is Furlong the man for the post ?" "Oh, surely," said Mr.Newberry in protest.
"Personally a charming fellow," went on Mr.Fyshe; "but is he, all said and done, quite the man to conduct a church?
In the _first_ place, he is _not_ a businessman." "No," said Mr.Newberry reluctantly, "that I admit." "Very good.

And, _secondly_, even in the matter of his religion itself, one always feels as if he were too little fixed, too unstable.

He simply moves with the times.