yesabsolutely:

Dark, limpid tête-à-tête of a heart becomes its own mirror. Well of Truth, clear and black, where one livid star trembles,

One ironic, hellish beacon, torch of Satan’s graces, the only comfort and the only glory: consciousness in Evil.

The Devil does well whatever he does.

-C. Baudelaire

yesabsolutely:

Dark, limpid tête-à-tête of a heart becomes its own mirror. Well of Truth, clear and black, where one livid star trembles,

One ironic, hellish beacon, torch of Satan’s graces, the only comfort and the only glory: consciousness in Evil.

The Devil does well whatever he does.

-C. Baudelaire