Shall I create another like yourself, whose joint wickedness might desolate the world.

Begone! I have answered you; you may torture me, but I will never consent." "You are in the wrong," replied the fiend; "and instead of threatening, I am content to reason with you.

I am malicious because I am miserable.

Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind?
You, my creator, would tear me to pieces and triumph; remember that, and tell me why I should pity man more than he pities me?
You would not call it murder if you could precipitate me into one of those ice-rifts and destroy my frame, the work of your own hands.

Shall I respect man when he condemns me?
Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness, and instead of injury I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude at his acceptance.