Summary

Portrait of Gustav Meyrink Gustav Meyrink Et Cetera, a Collector's Scrap-Book (1924)

Upon its whirring and whizzing edges the phantoms sharpen their prehensile claws, those claws which their serfs, the day-labourers in the Devil's Vineyard, had used and scratched blunt.
The sparks spurt from the onyx claws of Lust, from the steel talons of Greed.
All, all of them are once more sharpened into points like needles and to edges like razors,—for the Evil One has need of ever-new wounds.
If the sleeping mortal stretches his fingers, then this is a signal for the phantom to rush back into the body. The claws must remain crooked so that the hands cannot be joined in prayer.
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