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Quote #4
On he flew, amid the black pines, brandishing his staff with frenzied gestures, now giving vent to an inspiration of horrid blasphemy, and now shouting forth such laughter, as set all the echoes of the forest laughing like demons around him. The fiend in his own shape is less hideous, than when he rages in the breast of man. (53)
And is this is why Shmoop has no trouble watching monster movies, but has to leave the room when the Dateline special on serial killers comes on: evil is way, way freakier when it looks like the friendly guy next door.
Quote #5
They did so; and, by the blaze of the hell-kindled torches, the wretched man beheld his Faith, and the wife her husband, trembling before that unhallowed altar.
You think you're eloping to Vegas, and all of a sudden you have "hell-kindled torches" and "unhallowed altars" instead of a chapel and a preacher dressed like Elvis. Talk about spooky.
Quote #6
"Lo, there ye stand, my children," said the figure, in a deep and solemn tone, almost sad with its despairing awfulness, as if his once angelic nature could yet mourn for our miserable race. "Depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind. Evil must be your only happiness. Welcome again, my children, to the communion of your race." (65-66)
So, basically, you stink, I stink, the world stinks, and we should probably all just give up and go back to bed before we pollute the world with any more of our evil. Someone get this guy some Prozac already.