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“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.”