"Sorrows!" I echoed. "He is supposed to rejoice in the working of evil!"
"Neither angel nor devil can do that," he said slowly. "To rejoice in the working of evil is a temporary mania which affects man only. For actual joy to come out of evil, Chaos must come again, and God must extinguish Himself." He stared across the dark sea,—the sun had sunk, and one faint star twinkled through the clouds. "And so I again say —the sorrows of Satan! Sorrows immeasurable as eternity itself,—imagine them! To be shut out of Heaven !—to hear, all through the unending seons, the far-off voices of angels whom once he knew and loved !—to be a wanderer among deserts of darkness, and to pine for the light celestial that was formerly as air and food to his being,—and to know that Man's folly, Man's utter selfis
