"Adore me, then!—and curse the phantom thou callest God!"
(Anthony lifts his eyes with a last effort of hope.
The Devil abandons him.)
[1] The original text seems to me slightly obscure. The idea of the universe being a perpetual ebb and flow of shapes, is that of forms passing away to reappear like waves, is that of the Nidana-Sutris: "Individuality is only a form ... Everything is only a flux of aggregates, interminably uniting and disuniting," as Barth observes in his "Religions of India."—Trans.
[VII]
Anthony (finds himself lying upon his back, at the verge of the cliff.
The sky commences to blanch.)