As long as we remember our misery, all the mind, and all the malice, and all the sleeplessness in hell cannot touch a hair of our head.

But when by any emissary and opportunity either from earth around us or from hell beneath us we for another night forget our misery, it is all over with us.

And yet, to tell the truth, we never can quite forget our misery.

We are too miserable ever to forget our misery.

In the full steam of Lucifer's best- spread supper, amid the shouts of laughter and the clapping of hands, and all the outward appearance of a complete forgetfulness of our misery, yet it is not so.