‘Know that your words have won me at the last
To practice magic and concealed arts:
Yet not your words only, but mine own fantasy,
That will receive no object; for my head
But ruminates on necromantic skill.
Philosophy is odious and obscure;
Both law and physic are for petty wits;
Divinity is basest of the three,
Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible, and vile:
‘Tis magic, magic, that hath ravish’d me.’
— Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus
‘There’s a blood silhouette through the ceiling sky’
–Mark E. Smith, Dktr Faustus
