He became evil for no reason. He had no motive for his wickedness except wickedness himself. It was foul, and he loved it. He loved the self-destruction, he loved his fall, not the object for which he had fallen but his fall himself. His depraved soul leaped down from your firmament to ruin. He was seeking not to gain anything by shameful means, but shame for its own sake.

Already he had learned from you that because a thing is eloquently expressed it should not be taken to be as necessarily true; nor because it is uttered with stammering lips should it be supposed false. Nor, again, is it necessarily true because rudely uttered, nor untrue because the language is brilliant. Wisdom and folly both are like meats that are wholesome and unwholesome, and courtly or simple words are like town-made or rustic vessels--both kinds of food may be served in either kind of dish.
Don't you believe that there is in man a deep spirit so profound as to be hidden even to him in whom it is? Neither do he. But it is a sensation that he can not overlook...

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