Devil at ease in our midst are these days really so bright? inward-turned, left limping man perhaps four lefts maketh right lamps fired on our own fat indulgent animal programmable rat round his wheel and waste his time extratheth labor, the 'vig,' plus prime these technical towers: temples or tombs? insightful Satan, man at high noon; or godman and mensch, labor at love ease as gift—hand of God in Devil's glove? one need the other as brother to brother but elder, creator and younger, negator