As he looked over the verbal gems he had purchased, Gud decided that he had no use for them, and so he called to the departing Critic: "Where can I sell these words?"
"Go to Hell," shouted the Critic over his shoulder.
So Gud went to Hell, and reaching the gate thereof he knocked and cried: "Is this the place where one brings the words of Genius?"
As Gud knew all things he knew the answer to his question before he asked it, but he thought it best to ask anyway in order to verify his omniscience. In this case it was wrong.
"No," said the gate keeper, and he gave Gud the correct address.
The way took Gud past seven more hells, for the people of this sphere, being a righteous people, were amply helled.
Reaching at last the bottom-most vault beneath the deepest hell, Gud came upon a junk shop.
As he entered, the proprietor, who looked both old and young, asked; "Comest thou to buy or to sell?"
"I have a few words which I might sell," said Gud.
"I am not much interested in words," replied the proprietor, who looked both old and young, "for I am a dealer in sin, and the sinfulness of words is much over-rated."