he is devil in callous, and the heart of him is not; how then are we to begin our strife to destroy him? how shall we find his where; and having found it, how can we destroy? my friends, this is much; it is a terrible task that we undertake, and there may be consequence to make the brave shudder. for if we fail in this our fight he must surely win: and then where end we? life is nothings! to fail here is not mere life or death. it is that we become as him; that we henceforward become foul things of the night like him- without heart or conscience, preying on the bodies and the souls of those we love best. (he was laughing with his red mouth, his sharp white teeth glinted)

                                   i felt my heart icy cold,
                                   but it did not even occur to me to draw back

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