"Also behold," he continued, turning to another part of the city, "that
special class of geniuses who work for Satan's general emissaries as
they journey far and wide to do exploits. How terribly they influence
the weaker servants of our King!"
Then I stood gazing, as the angel continued his interpreting, until
I had seen the foul workings of this whole city.
I was so filled with a mixture of grief and indignation that I cried
out in painful anguish: "Why does not God send thunderbolts from his
eternal throne, and smite this city to fragments?"
Then the sweet angel calmly answered: "Not until the worm ceaseth to
crawl, and thistles no more infest the ground. Till then the patience
of God endureth and his sunshine falleth on the temples of Virtue and
of Vice."
"And what comes at the end of patience?"
"Then shall the taint of sin be purged from the earth, for every temple
and pest-hole of Satan, including this whole Wizard City, will be
consumed by an awful fire whose lurid light will glimmer long after
the metals and granites of this great Tower shall have been reduced
to ashes amidst the general ruin."
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