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Jurnalul Diavolului

Dragalasa carte din imaginea alaturata nu are nimic de-a face cu satanismul, asa cum probabil va ganditi. Poate ca ii bucur pe unii si ii dezamagesc pe altii cand spun ca Jurnalul Diavolului nu cuprinde incantatii, ritualuri si 12 moduri de a fulgui o gaina.
Dupa cum bine observati, jurnalul este foarte vechi si poarta logo-ul domnului Luc, alias Nicholas D. Satan. Eu l-am gasit in Diverta si m-a costat 37 de lei. In seara cu pricina am ajuns foarte tarziu acasa si am avut ocazia sa o rasfoiesc abia la 1 noaptea. Bun moment! Chiar foarte bun pentru ras cu lacrimi!
Ce spuneti de cateva paragrafe?

"Eu Lucifer, arhanghel asistent si meserias recunoscut, unul dintre cei mai sclipitori si mai bine crescuti servitori ai CEO (Completa si Eterna Omniscienta), am hotarat sa tin o socoteala detaliata a carierei mele, sub forma unui jurnal."

"Urmeaza o saptamana aglomerata, acum, ca Dl. Grozav s-a decis sa inceapa proiectul "Creatia". Am sa ma straduiesc sa tin pasul cu inventiile Sale. E deja cu un pas inaintea mea; a inceput de dimineata, inainte sa fiu eu gata, si a creat lumina. M-am razbunat si am creat intunericul - dar a trebuit sa ma opresc, caci nu vedeam nimic."

"Ce ipocrit! El, care spunea ca mania este un pacat, nu este deloc satisfacut de cum merg lucrurile pe pamant, asa ca invoca un potop care sa-i curete pe toti pacatosii. Are standarde duble, sau ce? Toata munca mea se va duce pe apa sambetei."

"Martha Stewart e mancata! Am incercat sa scap de ea cand am incheiat contractul. Este o doamna plina de nerv, a insistat sa inspecteze imprejurimile si, inainte sa-mi dau seama ce se intampla, a aranjat cel de-al Treilea Cerc conform principiilor feng-shui, a organizat pe culori vatraiele, a acoperit Departamentul de Ulei Incins cu mileuri asortate , manusi pentru cuptor si sorturi, si a vopsit roabele intr-un albastru dragut. Si nu-mi aduceti aminte de bibelouri!"

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  1. Incearca si Sfaturile unui diavol batran catre unul mai tanar - CS Lewis

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