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What
have
you
done
for
your
fellow-men
?
The
very
book
you
wrote
and
launched
upon
the
tide
of
bribery
and
corruption
was
published
with
the
intention
to
secure
applause
for
Yourself
,
not
to
give
help
or
comfort
to
others
.
Your
marriage
was
prompted
by
Lust
and
Ambition
,
and
in
the
fair
Sensuality
you
wedded
,
you
got
your
deserts
!
No
love
was
in
the
union
--
it
was
sanctified
by
the
blessing
of
Fashion
,
but
not
the
blessing
of
God
.
You
have
done
without
God
;
so
you
think
!
Every
act
of
your
existence
has
been
for
the
pleasure
and
advancement
of
Yourself
--
and
this
is
why
I
have
chosen
you
out
to
hear
and
see
what
few
mortals
ever
hear
or
see
till
they
have
passed
the
dividing-line
between
this
life
and
the
next
.
I
have
chosen
you
because
you
are
a
type
of
the
apparently
respected
and
unblamable
man
;
--
you
are
not
what
the
world
calls
a
criminal
--
you
have
murdered
no-one
--
you
have
stolen
no
neighbour
's
goods
--
your
unchastities
and
adulteries
are
those
of
every
'
fashionable
'
vice-monger
--
and
your
blasphemies
against
the
Divine
are
no
worse
than
those
of
the
most
approved
modern
magazine-contributors
.
You
are
guilty
nevertheless
of
the
chief
crime
of
the
age
--
Sensual
Egotism
--
the
blackest
sin
known
to
either
angels
or
devils
,
because
hopeless
.
The
murderer
may
repent
,
and
save
a
hundred
lives
to
make
up
for
the
one
he
snatched
--
the
thief
may
atone
with
honest
labour
--
the
adulterer
may
scourge
his
flesh
and
do
grim
penance
for
late
pardon
--
the
blasphemer
may
retrieve
his
blasphemies
--
but
for
the
Egoist
there
is
no
chance
of
wholesome
penitence
,
since
to
himself
he
is
perfect
,
and
counts
his
Creator
as
somewhat
inferior
.
This
present
time
of
the
world
breathes
Egotism
--
the
taint
of
Self
,
the
hideous
worship
of
money
,
corrodes
all
life
,
all
thought
,
all
feeling
.
For
vulgar
cash
,
the
fairest
and
noblest
scenes
of
Nature
are
wantonly
destroyed
without
public
protest
,5
--
the
earth
,
created
in
beauty
,
is
made
hideous
--
parents
and
children
,
wives
and
husbands
are
ready
to
slay
each
other
for
a
little
gold
--
Heaven
is
barred
out
--
God
is
denied
--
and
Destruction
darkens
over
this
planet
,
known
to
all
angels
as
the
Sorrowful
Star
!
Be
no
longer
blind
,
millionaire
whose
millions
have
ministered
to
Self
without
relieving
sorrow
!
--
--
for
when
the
world
is
totally
corrupt
--
when
Self
is
dominant
--
when
cunning
supersedes
honesty
--
when
gold
is
man
's
chief
ambition
--
when
purity
is
condemned
--
when
poets
teach
lewdness
,
and
scientists
blasphemy
--
when
love
is
mocked
,
and
God
forgotten
--
the
End
is
near
!
I
take
My
part
in
that
end
!
--
for
the
souls
of
mankind
are
not
done
with
when
they
leave
their
fleshly
tenements
!
When
this
planet
is
destroyed
as
a
bubble
broken
in
the
air
,
the
souls
of
men
and
women
live
on
--
as
the
soul
of
the
woman
you
loved
lives
on
--
as
the
soul
of
the
mother
who
bore
her
,
lives
on
--
aye
!
--
as
all
My
worshippers
live
on
through
a
myriad
worlds
,
a
myriad
phases
,
till
they
learn
to
shape
their
destinies
for
Heaven
!
And
I
,
with
them
live
on
,
in
many
shapes
,
in
many
ways
!
--
when
they
return
to
God
cleansed
and
perfect
,
so
shall
I
return
!
--
but
not
till
then
!
"
He
paused
again
--
and
I
heard
a
faint
sighing
sound
everywhere
as
of
wailing
voices
,
and
the
name
"
Ahrimanes
!
"
was
breathed
suddenly
upon
the
silence
.
I
started
up
listening
,
every
nerve
strained
--
--
Ahrimanes
?
--
or
Rimânez
?
I
gazed
fearfully
at
him
,
...
always
beautiful
,
his
countenance
was
now
sublime
,
...
and
his
eyes
shone
with
a
lustrous
flame
.
"
You
thought
me
friend
!
"
he
said
--
"
You
should
have
known
me
Foe
!
For
everyone
who
flatters
a
man
for
his
virtues
,
or
humours
him
in
his
vices
is
that
man
's
worst
enemy
,
whether
demon
or
angel
!
But
you
judged
me
a
fitting
comrade
--
hence
I
was
bound
to
serve
you
--
I
and
my
followers
with
me
.
You
had
no
perception
to
realize
this
--
you
,
supreme
scorner
of
the
Supernatural
!
Little
did
you
think
of
the
terrifying
agencies
that
worked
the
wonders
of
your
betrothal
feast
at
Willowsmere
!
Little
did
you
dream
that
fiends
prepared
the
costly
banquet
and
poured
out
the
luscious
wine
!
"
At
this
,
a
smothered
groan
of
horror
escaped
me
--
I
looked
wildly
round
me
,
longing
to
find
some
deep
grave
of
oblivious
rest
wherein
to
fall
.
"
Aye
!
"
he
continued
--
"
The
festival
was
fitted
to
the
time
of
the
world
to-day
!
--
Society
,
gorging
itself
blind
and
senseless
,
and
attended
by
a
retinue
from
Hell
!
My
servants
looked
like
men
!
--
for
truly
there
is
little
difference
'
twixt
man
and
devil
!
'
Twas
a
brave
gathering
!
--
England
has
never
seen
so
strange
a
one
in
all
her
annals
!
"
The
sighing
,
wailing
cries
increased
in
loudness
--
my
limbs
shook
under
me
,
and
all
power
of
thought
was
paralysed
in
my
brain
.
He
bent
his
piercing
looks
upon
me
with
a
new
expression
of
infinite
wonder
,
pity
and
disdain
.
