And as I stood there, understanding how that bitter old man was still possessing his poor son even from beyond the grave I began to see a way a terrible way I could finally triumph over God.
Ūarna stķđ ég og skildi ūá hvernig bitur, gamall mađurinn réđ enn yfir syni sínum jafnvel úr gröfinni. Ég fķr ađ sjá leiđ... hryllilega leiđ... til ađ geta loks sigrast á Guđi.