Ponder the insanity of 'fiction writers,' genre fiction on top of it, who look with condescension on the transcendental and the supernatural; with disgust and ridicule on faith and even the fantastical. These creatures of naturalist extremism did not crawl out of 19th century England, but breathe the same pluralist air as everyone else today. The tyrannical poison of Atheism, so bolstered by dead academia, has not yet breathed its last decaying breath.