"Poor fellow.  He's bitten a wooden leg and his teeth hurt." They went on through and found a quieter living room; Sam said, "I had been saying that these troubles can be expected - and they will get much worse before we can expect to control enough public opinion to be tolerated.  But Mike is in no hurry.  So we close down the Church of All Worlds - it is closed down.  So we move and open the congregation of the One Faith - and we get kicked out again.  Then we reopen elsewhere as the Temple of the Great Pyramid - that one will bring flocking the foolish fat and fatuous females, and some of them will end up neither fat nor foolish - and when we have the Medical Association and the local bar and the newspapers and the boss politicos snapping at our heels there - why, we open the Brotherhood of Baptism somewhere else.  Each one means solid progress, a hard core of disciplined who can't be hurt - Mike started here hardly over a year ago, uncertain himself, and with only the help of three untrained priestesses-by-courtesy.  Now we've got a solid Nest... plus a lot of fairly advanced pilgrims we can get in touch with later and let rejoin us.  And someday, someday, we'll be too strong to persecute."