While I paid, they exchanged some pieties on how everyone has his or her own beliefs, et cetera. Then the woman said, “It’s just like, ten people see a car accident, every single one is gonna tell the police something different” (a vivid way, I thought, of localizing the story about the blind men feeling an elephant).
“Tell me which one of ’em gets out to help,” the man said, “that’s the one whose religion I’ll listen to.

Auteur: John Jeremiah Sullivan