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But then he laughed horribly:
"My dear - you overestimate me!
Could I devise something so divinely beautiful,
That I myself needed no longer to flay anyone;
Yet I don't want to torment you any longer with riddles,
It delays me telling anything to you,
And today I'm a bit forthcoming,
So I want to tell you the facts!"

Now he pulled up an aimchair,
Crossed his left leg,
Lit up a cigarette,
Drank a Schnapps and began:

"My dear!"

"My dear,"
continued Satan smilingly,

"You know, I come from a good family...