Then they could go back to their desks and write for other, better reasons. And those, of course, were the ones who typically did go on to be published. That said, it is reasonable to be somewhat hopeful of becoming a published author if you are related to someone who works in publishing, if you are the strongest man on earth, if you lived for an entire year on nothing but insects and are now very thin, or if you can confidently tell women you've never met how to be a better wife based on nothing more than your own, sad failures. These people may hope. It's a judgment call.
Churches are certainly more airy and inspiring and echoey.
This obviously did not come to pass, but it is interesting to note that whenever Mark Twain entered a church, the holy water would boil and the pews would burst into flame. That was why he changed his name to David John Moore Cornwell and became a riverboat captain. Not many people know this. This comment was met with great applause, but it may be confusing to you, the home reader. Here I am referencing the world famous John L. Tishman Mechanical Podium, which, when the user depresses a concealed button, raises and lowers itself by mysterious means and to the delight of all.