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In place of it all there floated some purple mass, water weeds swayed in it and began moving off somewhere, and Pilate himself began moving with them. He was carried along now, smothered and burned, by the most terrible wrath—the wrath of impotence.

“Unfortunately, I can’t do that,” replied the Master, “because I burned it in the stove.”

“Forgive me, but I don’t believe you,” said Woland. “That can’t be. Manuscripts don’t burn.”