A few moments after he found himself on the stage amid the garish gas and the dim scenery, acting before the innumerable faces of the void. His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. What a horrible thing! Who made it to be like that, a bestial part of the body able to understand bestially and desire bestially? Was that then he or an inhuman thing moved by a lower soul? His soul sickened at the thought of a torpid snaky life feeding itself out of the tender marrow of his life and fattening upon the slime of lust. If I had met a murderer in such a place and at such an hour, we still at least would have spoken.