CCXXXV
“Who art thou?” said Saint Peter at the Gate.
“I am known as Memory.”
“What presumption!—go back to Hell. And who, perspiring friend, art thou?”
“My name is Satan. I am looking for—”
“Take your penal apparatus and be off.”
And Satan, laying hold of Memory, said: “Come along, you scoundrel! you make happiness wherever you are not.”