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288 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1874
It is in the Thebaïd, on the heights of a mountain, where a platform, shaped like a crescent, is surrounded by huge stones.
The Hermit’s cell occupies the background. It is built of mud and reeds, flat-roofed and doorless. Inside are seen a pitcher and a loaf of black bread; in the centre, on a wooden support, a large book; on the ground, here and there, bits of rush-work, a mat or two, a basket and a knife.
Some ten paces or so from the cell there is a tall cross planted in the ground; and, at the other end of the platform, a gnarled old palm tree leans over the abyss, for the side of the mountain is scarped; and at the bottom of the cliff the Nile swells, as it were, into a lake.
“The Devil was very anxious to tempt Jesus. But Jesus triumphed because He was God, and Solomon owing, perhaps, to his magical science. It is sublime, this science; for – as a philosopher has explained to me – the world forms a whole, all those parts have an influence on one another, like the different organs of a single body. It is interesting to understand the affinities and antipathies implanted in everything by Nature, and then to put them into play. In this way one might be able to modify laws that appear to be unchangeable.”
At this point the two shadows traced behind him by the arms of the cross project themselves in front of him. They form, as it were, two great horns. Antony exclaims:
“Help, my God!”
The shadows resume their former position.
Then, a great shadow – more subtle than an ordinary shadow, and from whose borders other shadows hang in festoons – traces itself upon the ground.
It is the Devil, resting against the roof of the cell and carrying under his wings – like a gigantic bat which is suckling its young – the Seven Deadly Sins, whose grinning heads disclose themselves confusedly.
“At night I shed tears with my face turned to the wall. My tears, in the long run, made two little holes in the mosaic-work – like pools of water in rocks – for I love you! Oh! yes; very much!”
She catches his beard.
“Smile on me, then, handsome hermit! Smile on me, then! You will find I am very gay! I play on the lyre, I dance like a bee, and I can tell a lot of stories, each more diverting than the other.”








