Wilson’s glazed eyes turned out to the ashheaps where small grey clouds took on fantastic shape and scurried here and there in the faint dawn wind.

“ I spoke to her,” he muttered, after a long silence. “I told her she might fool me but she couldn’t fool God. I took her to the window-” With an effort he got up and walked to the rear window and leaned with  his face pressed against it, “-and I said “God know what you’ve been doing, everything you’ve been doing. You may fool me but you can’t fool God!'"

Standing behind him Michaelis saw with a shock that he was looking at the eyes of Dr. T. J. Eckleburg which had just emerged pale and enormous from the dissolving night.

“God sees everything,” repeated Wilson.

“That’s an advertisement,” Michaelis assured him.