This moment of idle conjecture was brought to an end by a series of snorts from behind the newspaper, followed by a Ptchwwfffff. The paper was folded, to reveal an exasperated face. “Take a letter for me, Smee.”
Smee opened his computer. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, waiting for the words to flow.
After a little academic chin stroking, the Professor began. “To the editor of The Daily Telegraph of London: Sir, I find it quite extraordinary that you have allowed your newspaper to be used as a forum for the propagation of poppycock. Today you published an article by Justin Welby, the – quotes – Archbishop of Canterbury – close quotes – in which he discusses his – quotes – faith – close quotes. This is a man whose entire life revolves around his belief in fairy stories. If this piece had appeared on your world-renowned funnies page it would have been in some way understandable, but to treat it as serious comment defies common sense. You might as well have told your readers that there is a goblin with a purple face. With all best wishes, Richard Dawkins – brackets – Professor – exclamation mark – exclamation mark – exclamation mark – exclamation mark ...” The Professor thought for a while longer. “... exclamation mark. How many exclamation marks are we up to, Smee?”
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