Word: satanic
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...have assumed that the forbidden fruit was a cranberry and have served up apple pies with innocent impunity. Adam proves to be inept at naming the animals, and the simian creature that he dibs "flounder" has to be fended off with a barbed wire fence. Instead of Satan, SIN features a lithe delinquent called Ssss, who is bad in a soulful rather than a derogatory way. When man's ancestor decides that a maid is more desirable than a mate, the first woman indulges in an illicit love affair with Ssss, multiplying and acquiring the name of Evil (presumably...
...started to make sense. I was really disappointed and confused. I had really wanted to believe in these people. Not only that, but in that short time of contact they had actually gotten me to believe that the person who had told me the real story about Moon was Satan, and that I would go to Hell if I did not join. I'm still disappointed. It would have been nice to find 'all the answers' and true happiness...
...First to the Fourth Circle of Hell - home of the avaricious. He is swiftly drawn into infernal politics. Cleopatra, the Second Circle's reigning queen, wants to rule all upper hell. Sister Martha, a heavenly busybody who wants to liberate souls from Limbo, will not hear of this. Satan, naturally, is enraged by Cleopatra's ambition...
Brock suddenly becomes the indispensable man in the middle. Satan needs the Limbo Line to transport cannon across the bottomless mud of the gluttons' Third Circle. The archangel Michael, ready to wage another Miltonic war against Satan, needs the railroad to carry his chariot of fire across the same...
...piercing and "as brilliant as drops of coffee," to borrow Baudelaire's own phrase. Face: as angled with cutting edges as an ascetic on a fast. Mouth: mocking and self-mocking, with lips shaped for sneers and blasphemies. Dress: black with dazzling white shirt and pale pink gloves-Satan as dandy. Add a setting (thick carpets, low lights, leather volumes of the more decadent Latin poets, the fragrance of hashish everywhere, a black girl coming out of the bedroom like Venus rising from the sea) and voila: the essential Baudelaire myth...