There was a faithful reproduction of the Notre Dame Cathedral in the center of the cemetery. It was painstakingly labeled: Ye Wee Kirk O Th’ Glen. From the mouth of one of the gargoyles in the tower, a syrupy voice roared: " SEE THE DRAMA OF THE GODS PORTRAYED IN VIBRANT ROBOT-ACTION IN YE WEE KIRK O TH’ GLEN. MOSES ON MT. SINAI, THE CRUCIFIXION OF CHRIST, MOHAMMED AND THE MOUNTAIN, LAO TSE AND THE MOON, THE REVELATION OF MARY BAKER EDDY, THE ASCENSION OF OUR LORD BUDDHA, THE UNVEILING OF THE TRUE AND ONLY GOD GALAXY ..." Pause and then a little more matter-of-factly: " OWING TO THE SACRED NATURE OF THIS EXHIBIT, ADMISSION IS BY TICKET ONLY. TICKETS MAY BE PURCHASED FROM THE BAILIFF ." Pause. Then another voice, injured and pleading: " ATTENTION ALL WORSHIPERS , ATTENTION ALL WORSHIPERS . NO LOUD TALKING OR LAUGHTER ... PLEASE !" A click, and another gargoyle began in another language. Powell burst out laughing.