"Have you won happiness? If you have happiness, I shall not prevail against you. A man's thoughts are only stirred by sorrow, and their meditations by grief. Then, tortured by fears and desires, he turns anxiously in his bed and rends his pillow with lies. What use to tempt this man? He is happy."
But Fra Giovanni sighed:
"Sir! I am less happy since listening to you. Your words trouble my mind."
On hearing this, Satan cast away his pastoral staff, his mitre and his cope; and stood there naked and unashamed. He was black and more beautiful than the loveliest of the Angels.
He smiled gently, and said to the holy man:
"Friend, be comforted. I am the Evil Spirit."