It was foolishness to think of God, I said.
A week later, I walked in Hyde Park.

An evil influence seemed to draw me in the direction of the Marble Arch.

I had not gone far, when I met Voltaire.

I knew then that I was more in his power than ever.

He did not speak--he only looked; but it was a look of victory, of power.
I got into Oxford Street and got on a 'bus.