cannot be read?
The man answered: "It is not I who grieve so greatly, it is my soul, of which I cannot rid me. And my soul is more sorrowful than death, for it hates me, and I hate it."
The traveller said "If you will sell your soul to me you can be well rid of it." The other answered: "Sir, how can I sell you my soul?" "Surely," replied the traveller, "you have but to agree to sell me your soul at its full price, then, when I bid it, it comes to me. But every soul has its true price; and only at that, neither at more nor at less, can it be bought."
Then said the other: "At what price shall I sell you this horrible thing, my soul?"
The traveller answered: "When a man first sells his own soul he is like that other betrayer; therefore its price should be thirty pieces of silver. But after that, if it passes to other hands, its value becomes small; for to others the souls of their fellow-men are worth very little."
So for thirty pieces of silver the man sold his soul, and the traveller took it and departed.
Presently the man, having no soul, found that he could do no sin. Though he stretched out his arms to sin, sin would not come to him. "You have no soul," said sin, and passed him by. "Wherefore should I come to you? I have no profit in a man that has no soul?"
Then the man without a soul became very miserable, for though his hands touched what was foul they remained clean,
