The Devil:
Pleased to meet you/Hope you know my name. A young man, I stand on a stage and look out at you, the audience, with a gleam in my eye and another in my hand. Before and below me is an 1860's-style hypodermic syringe set in a box, a Victorian-era heroin addict's "works." A third gleam, brightest of all, reflects off the heroin bottle. I seek fame , but my delusions will trip me up, and in fact are beginning to do so. I am already on the slippery slope of self-deception.