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"
What
a
grotesque
creation
you
men
have
made
of
Me
!
"
he
said
--
"
As
grotesque
as
your
conception
of
God
!
With
what
trifling
human
attributes
you
have
endowed
me
!
Know
you
not
that
the
changeless
,
yet
ever-changing
Essence
of
Immortal
Life
can
take
a
million
million
shapes
and
yet
remain
unalterably
the
same
?
Were
I
as
hideous
as
your
Churches
figure
me
--
could
the
eternal
beauty
with
which
all
angels
are
endowed
,
ever
change
to
such
loathsomeness
as
haunts
mankind
's
distorted
imaginations
,
perchance
it
would
be
well
--
for
none
would
make
of
me
their
comrade
,
and
none
would
cherish
me
as
friend
!
As
fits
each
separate
human
nature
,
so
seems
my
image
--
for
thus
is
my
fate
and
punishment
commanded
.
Yet
even
in
this
mask
of
man
I
wear
,
men
own
me
their
superior
--
think
you
not
that
when
the
Supreme
Spirit
of
God
wore
that
same
mask
on
earth
,
men
did
not
know
Him
for
their
Master
?
Yea
,
they
did
know
!
--
and
knowing
,
murdered
Him
--
as
they
ever
strive
to
murder
all
divine
things
as
soon
as
their
divinity
is
recognised
.
Face
to
face
I
stood
with
Him
upon
the
mountain-top
,
and
there
fulfilled
my
vow
of
temptation
.
Worlds
and
kingdoms
,
supremacies
and
powers
!
--
--
what
were
they
to
the
Ruler
of
them
all
!
'
Get
thee
hence
,
Satan
!
'
said
the
golden-sounding
Voice
;
--
ah
!
--
glorious
behest
!
--
happy
respite
!
--
for
I
reached
the
very
gate
of
Heaven
that
night
,
and
heard
the
angels
sing
!
"
His
accents
sank
to
an
infinitely
mournful
cadence
.
"
What
have
your
teachers
done
with
me
and
my
eternal
sorrows
?
"
he
went
on
--
"
Have
not
they
,
and
the
unthinking
churches
,
proclaimed
a
lie
against
me
,
saying
that
I
rejoice
in
evil
?
O
man
to
whom
,
by
God
's
will
and
because
the
world
's
end
draws
nigh
,
I
unveil
a
portion
of
the
mystery
of
my
doom
,
learn
now
once
and
for
all
,
that
there
is
no
possible
joy
in
evil
!
--
it
is
the
despair
and
the
discord
of
the
Universe
--
it
is
Man
's
creation
--
My
torment
--
God
's
sorrow
!
Every
sin
of
every
human
being
adds
weight
to
my
torture
,
and
length
to
my
doom
--
yet
my
oath
against
the
world
must
be
kept
!
I
have
sworn
to
tempt
--
to
do
my
uttermost
to
destroy
mankind
--
but
man
has
not
sworn
to
yield
to
my
tempting
.
He
is
free
!
--
let
him
resist
and
I
depart
;
--
let
him
accept
me
,
I
remain
!
Eternal
Justice
has
spoken
--
Humanity
,
through
the
teaching
of
God
made
human
,
must
work
out
its
own
redemption
--
and
Mine
!
"
Here
,
suddenly
advancing
he
stretched
out
his
hand
--
his
figure
grew
taller
,
vaster
and
more
majestic
"
Come
with
me
now
!
"
he
said
in
a
low
penetrating
voice
that
sounded
sweet
,
yet
menacing
--
"
Come
!
--
for
the
veil
is
down
for
you
to-night
!
You
shall
understand
with
WHOM
you
have
dwelt
so
long
in
your
shifting
cloud-castle
of
life
!
--
and
in
What
company
you
have
sailed
perilous
seas
!
--
one
,
who
proud
and
rebellious
,
like
you
,
errs
less
,
in
that
he
owns
GOD
as
his
Master
!
"
At
these
words
a
thundering
crash
assailed
my
ears
--
all
the
windows
on
either
side
of
the
saloon
flew
open
,
and
showed
a
strange
glitter
as
of
steely
spears
pointed
aloft
to
the
moon
--
...
then
,
...
half-fainting
,
I
felt
myself
grasped
and
lifted
suddenly
and
forcibly
upwards
,
...
and
in
another
moment
found
myself
on
the
deck
of
'
The
Flame
,
'
held
fast
as
a
prisoner
in
the
fierce
grip
of
hands
invisible
.
Raising
my
eyes
in
deadly
despair
--
prepared
for
hellish
tortures
,
and
with
a
horrible
sense
of
conviction
in
my
soul
that
it
was
too
late
to
cry
out
to
God
for
mercy
--
I
saw
around
me
a
frozen
world
!
--
a
world
that
seemed
as
if
the
sun
had
never
shone
upon
it
.
Thick
glassy-green
walls
of
ice
pressed
round
the
vessel
on
all
sides
and
shut
her
in
between
their
inflexible
barriers
!
--
fantastic
palaces
,
pinnacles
,
towers
,
bridges
and
arches
of
ice
formed
in
their
architectural
outlines
and
groupings
the
semblance
of
a
great
city
--
over
all
the
coldly
glistening
peaks
,
the
round
moon
,
emerald-pale
,
looked
down
--
and
standing
opposite
to
me
against
the
mast
,
I
beheld
,
...
not
Lucio
,
...
but
an
Angel
!
Crowned
with
a
mystic
radiance
as
of
trembling
stars
of
fire
,
that
sublime
Figure
towered
between
me
and
the
moonlit
sky
;
the
face
,
austerely
grand
and
beautiful
,
shone
forth
luminously
pale
--
the
eyes
were
full
of
unquenchable
pain
,
unspeakable
remorse
,
unimaginable
despair
!
The
features
I
had
known
so
long
and
seen
day
by
day
in
familiar
intercourse
were
the
same
--
the
same
,
yet
transfigured
with
ethereal
splendour
,
while
shadowed
by
an
everlasting
sorrow
!
Bodily
sensations
I
was
scarcely
conscious
of
;
--
only
the
Soul
of
me
,
hitherto
dormant
,
was
awake
and
palpitating
with
fear
.
Gradually
I
became
aware
that
others
were
around
me
,
and
looking
,
I
saw
a
dense
crowd
of
faces
,
wild
and
wonderful
--
imploring
eyes
were
turned
upon
me
in
piteous
or
stern
agony
--
and
pallid
hands
were
stretched
towards
me
more
in
appeal
than
menace
.
And
I
beheld
as
I
gazed
,
the
air
darkening
,
and
anon
lightening
with
the
shadow
and
the
brightness
of
wings
!
--
vast
pinions
of
crimson
flame
began
to
unfurl
and
spread
upwards
all
round
the
ice-bound
vessel
--
upwards
till
their
glowing
tips
seemed
well-nigh
to
touch
the
moon
.
And
He
,
my
Foe
,
who
leaned
against
the
mast
,
became
likewise
encircled
with
these
shafted
pinions
of
burning
rose
,
which
like
finely-webbed
clouds
coloured
by
a
strong
sunset
,
streamed
outward
flaringly
from
his
dark
Form
and
sprang
aloft
in
a
blaze
of
scintillant
glory
.
And
a
Voice
infinitely
sad
,
yet
infinitely
sweet
,
struck
solemn
music
from
the
frozen
silence
.
"
Steer
onward
,
Amiel
!
Onward
,
to
the
boundaries
of
the
world
!
"
With
every
spiritual
sense
aroused
,
I
glanced
towards
the
steerman
's
wheel
--
was
that
Amiel
whom
I
had
instinctively
loathed
?
--
that
Being
,
stern
as
a
figure
of
deadliest
fate
,
with
sable
wings
and
tortured
countenance
?
If
so
,
I
knew
him
now
for
a
fiend
in
very
truth
!
--
if
burning
horror
and
endless
shame
can
so
transfigure
the
soul
of
man
!
A
history
of
crime
was
written
in
his
anguished
looks
,
...
what
secret
torment
racked
him
no
living
mortal
might
dare
to
guess
!
With
pallid
skeleton
hands
he
moved
the
wheel
;
--
and
as
it
turned
,
the
walls
of
ice
around
us
began
to
split
with
a
noise
of
thunder
.
