You find them in the most sinister places, isolated, disreputable, in hovels, among the ruins. This is yet another resemblance they share with the one who employed them. Where else would she have lived, the unfortunate woman who was so persecuted, the cursed, the outlawed, the poisoner who healed and saved ? The fiancée of the Devil and of Evil incarnate, who did so much good, according to the great Renaissance physician. As for Paracelsus, he declared he knew nothing but what he learned from witches... Nature makes them witches. This is the genius proper to Woman and her temperament. She is born a Fairy. Through the regular return of exaltation, she is born a Sibyl. Through love, she is a Magician. By her subtlety, her malice (often whimsical and benevolent), she is a Witch and casts spells, or at least puts them to sleep, and deceives all evils. Ancient gods, enter the tomb. Gods of love, of life, of light, be extinguished ! Take the monk’s hood. Virgins, be nuns. Wives, abandon your husbands ; or, if you keep the house, remain cold sisters to them. The Devil has made you his own : he has made you WITCHES !

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