As for myself, I can’t say, it would be impossible for me to say, that at that point I believed or that at that point I disbelieved. I just struggled along feeling from the beginning convinced of one thing, which I think perhaps is the basic nature of a religious faith, that in this world I am a stranger. I don’t belong here. I am staying here for a bit and it’s a very nice place, an interesting place, but I don’t belong here.
— Malcolm Muggeridge, from The End of Christendom, p. 28