[All the others watch him in awe.
FANNY (lifting a tear-stained face, whispers)
What is he saying, mammy? Is it about me?
THE DEVIL (giving the Faust matter up)
No use, I forget—
AGNUS (piteously)
You will do something, won’t you?
THE DEVIL (sadly)
I suppose I ’ll have to. Humanity has to suffer as usual. Sentiment, always sentiment, maudlin sentiment: that’s what keeps abuses unrectified, men ignorant, women slaves, the world’s intellect developing no faster than a snail crawls. Sentiment—maudlin sentiment—and I’ve lived so long among men that the cancer’s in me, too—
AGNUS