Devil -- Fiction; Devil in literature; Short stories
I had no sooner passed the barrier which separated this department
from the next, than I heard a confused sound like the quacking of
myriads of ducks and geese, and a great flapping of wings; of which I
soon saw the cause. “You are in the hell of newspapers,” said my
guide. And sure enough, when I looked up I saw thousands of newspapers
flying about with their great wooden back-bones, and the padlock
dangling like a bobtail at the end, flapping their wings and hawking
at each other like mad. After circling about in the air for a little
while, and biting and tearing each other as much as they could, they
plumped down, head first, into a deep black-looking pool, and were
seen no more. “We place these newspapers deeper in hell than the
Infidel publications,” said the Devil; “because they are so much more
extensively read, and thereby do much greater mischief. It is a kind
of pest of which there is no end; and we are obliged to allot the
largest portion of our dominions to containing them.”
We now came to an immense pile of a leaden hue, which I found at last
to consist of old worn-out type, which was heaped up to form the wall
of the next division. A monstrous u, turned bottom upwards (in this
way ⋂) formed the arch of a gateway through which we passed; and then
traversed a draw-bridge, which was thrown across a river of ink, upon
whose banks millions of horrible little demons were sporting. I
presently saw that they were employed in throwing into the black
stream a quantity of books which were heaped up on the shore. As I
looked down into the stream, I saw that they were immediately devoured
by the most hideous and disgusting monsters which were floundering
about there. I looked at one book, which had crawled out after being
thrown into the river; it was dripping with filth, but I distinguished
on the back the words--_Don Juan_. It had hardly climbed up the bank,
however, when one of the demons gave it a kick, and sent it back into
the stream, where it was immediately swallowed. On the back of some of
the books which the little imps were tossing in, I saw the name
of--_Rochester_, which showed me the character of those which were
sent into this division of the infernal regions.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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