THE DEVIL
rying, and lying. . . . And you understand that they are doing it all only to find out in time how shameful it is to live such a wretched, soulless life.
And though you see them hastening on towards their destruction, you are in no way able to warn them: you will not move nor cry, and your helpless desire to aid them will tear your soul to pieces.
Your life passes before you, and you see it from the start, and there is no end to the work of your conscience, and there will be no end . . . and to the horror of your torments there will never be an end . . . never!
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