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Theatrics, spectacle, ritual magic, kabbalistic ciphers and questionable libations laced with morphine and opium, became de rigueur in privileged Paris salons – all led by a self-appointed magus.

“I am willing to accept the notion that although the Devil is a very clever fellow, he is no match for some ninny who is merely good… And what is this goodness? A squalid, know-nothing acceptance of things as they are …”