He turned out the light and lay on. The early nineteenth century was a time of upheaval in american protestantism. Maybe threepio had fouled up. And when the indian pastores finally made it to the stable, after vanquishing senor satan (who always bore a close resemblance to a gentleman of old spain), and the central mystery unfolded, how lovely to see the black-eyed mother with her indian cheekbones and serene smile as she displayed the tiny red child with his shock of black hair.
Mark was still outraged, but his energy was failing.