Edward Hopper Gas painting

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Looking at frosted-glass angels, plastic angels, carved-wood angels, painted-tin angels, while at the same time talking to a maybe-for-real angel on the telephone, Fric said, “How can I ever find a safe place if Moloch can travel by mirrors and moonlight?”“He can’t,” said Mysterious Caller. “He doesn’t have my powers, Aelfric. He’s mortal. But don’t think beingphone, Fric said, “ ‘Encourage, inspire, terrify, cajole, advise.’ ”“You’ve a good memory. I know what’s coming, but I may influence events only by means that are sly—”“—slippery, and seductive,” Fric finished.“I may not interfere directly with Moloch’s pursuit of his own damnation. Just mortal makes him less dangerous. A demon would be no worse than him.”[309] “Why don’t you come here and wait with me till he shows up, and then beat the crap out of him with your holy cudgel?”“I don’t have a holy cudgel, Aelfric.”“You must have something. Cudgel, staff, truncheon, a sanctified broadsword glowing with divine energy. I’ve read about angels in this fantasy novel. They’re not airy-fairy types as fragile as fart gas. They’re warriors. They fought Satan’s legions and drove them out of Heaven, into Hell. That was a cool scene in the book.”“This isn’t Heaven, son. This is Earth. Here, I’m authorized to work only by indirection.”Quoting Mysterious Caller from their previous conversation, when they had spoken on the wine-cellar