I had only one desire--to destroy--to be avenged.

My uncle, Andrew Henderson, was an Arch-Mystic of your sect; and on the night he died, your sacred Scitsym was in his house!" The congregation thrilled, and the blind Arch-Councillor turned and clutched Bale-Corphew's arm.
"My first impulse was to destroy that book.

Look at it, look at it!" He pointed to the lectern.

"Ten years ago, I knelt before a fire with its pages in my hand, and black thoughts of revenge in my heart.

But the devil of temptation lurks in strange places.