EXCERPT Beneath Satan’s iron-clad cranium… Cyclops casts a doe-eye o’er his immortal thousands, who strive… with dreadful hearts pumping, and lungful furnaces, hissing flames in subterraneous arteries and subcutaneous caverns… snouts sap like drowning moles, to satiate the infernal furnace with ancient coals; doomed in airless gloom—let them delve!…