My Atheism bore also other fruits. One day, a friend and I set an old chair in the garden on fire. When it flared up, wedowsed it with water — butneglectedto do so properly. Wewent inside but, unbeknown to us, it kept smouldering. Half an hour later, it set the garage and surrounding trees ablaze. Someone called the fire brigade, and my Dad was handed the bill. He appropriately beat my behind with his walking stick, till the stick broke. Then he made me write out 1000 times: "I must not play with matches, light fires, or bring strange boys into the garden." He also made me write out a further 100 lines: "I must obey!"