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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Hasty Inference</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Devil one day, coming up from the Pit,<br>All grimy with perspiration,<br>Applied to St. Peter and begged he'd admit<br>Him a moment for consultation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Saint showed him in where the Master reclined<br>On the throne where petitioners sought him;<br>Both bowed, and the Evil One opened his mind<br>Concerning the business that brought him:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For ten million years I've been kept in a stew<br>Because you have thought me immoral;<br>And though I have had my opinion of you,<br>You've had the best end of the quarrel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But now-well, I venture to hope that the past<br>With its misunderstandings we'll smother;<br>And you, sir, and I, sir, be throned here at last<br>As equals, the one to the other.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Indeed!' said the Master (I cannot convey<br>A sense of his tone by mere letters)<br>'What makes you presume you'll be bidden to stay<br>Up here on such terms with your betters?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why, sure you can't mean it!' said Satan. 'I've seen<br>How Stanford and Crocker you've nourished,<br>And Huntington-bless me! the three like a green<br>Umbrageous great bay-tree have flourished.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are fat, they are rolling in gold, they command<br>All sources and well-springs of power;<br>You've given them houses, you've given them land<br>Before them the righteous all cower.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What of that?' 'What of that?' cried the Father of Sin;<br>'Why, I thought when I saw you were winking<br>At crimes such as theirs that perhaps you had been<br>Converted to my way of thinking.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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