A shuttle worked in Fleetwood's head.

He defended the men of the world.

Lord Feltre oiled them, damned them, kindled them to a terrific expiatory blaze, and extinguishingly salved and wafted aloft the released essence of them.

Maniacal for argument, Fleetwood rejected the forgiveness of sins, if sins they be.

Prove them sins, and the suffering is of necessity everlasting, his insomnia logic insisted.