"I worship no one," cried the atheist. "Divinities are senseless, useless, barriers to progress and ambition, a curse to man. Gods, fetiches, graven images, idols—faugh!"
On the atheist's work-table stood the photograph of a beautiful girl.
The Devil, finishing his seidel of Würzburger, eyed the young man quizzically.
"What would you of me?" he said.
"I would ask," bade the young man, "how one may... more...