Respect the old gods
Better them than the Christian God, who—as Summerisle explains to a sputtering Howie—is dead: “He can’t complain. He had his chance, and in modern parlance, he blew it.” And Summerisle has the receipts, too, showing Howie photos of the island’s barren shores before its farming process became intertwined with some very old-school but newly revived religious beliefs.
