…he now all at once, while he rode, encased himself, body and soul, in the iron creed of the fatalist; and connecting destiny in his mind with the inferred will of God, defied any missile to touch him, unless it should come with the warrant of a providential and foregone decree.

C’est magnifique — mais ce n’est pas le guerre.

A damp heart must be a foul thing to be sure. But who ever heard of one?

They say a Witch will sail in a Sieve — But I believe the Devil wou’d not venture aboard o’your Conscience.