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 “Ialdabaoth. What’s that?”

“I have already told you. It is the demiurge whom, in your blindness, you adore as the one and only God.”

“You’re mad. I don’t advise you to go and talk rubbish like that to Abbé Patouille.”

“I am not in the least sanguine, my dear Martice, of piercing the dense night of your intellect. I merely tell you that I am going to engage Ialdabaoth in conflict with some hopes of victory.”

“Mark my words, you won’t succeed.”

“Lucifer shook His throne, and the issue was for a moment in doubt.”

“What is your name?”

“Abdiel for the angels and saints, Arcade for mankind.”

“Well, my poor Arcade, I regret to see you going to the bad. But confess that you are jesting with us. I could at a pinch understand your leaving Heaven for a woman. Love makes us commit the greatest follies. But you will never make me believe that you, who have seen God face to face, ultimately found the truth in old Sariette’s musty books. No, you will never get me to believe that!”

“My dear Maurice, Lucifer was face to face with God, yet he refused to serve Him. As to the kind of truth one finds in books, it is a truth that enables us sometimes to discern what things are not, without ever enabling us to discover what they