He had to undress and then kneel and say his own prayers and be in bed before the gas was lowered so that he might not go to hell when he died. What have you there? he asked, tapping the portfolio under Glynn's arm. I want a job of five hundred a year. There, by reason of the great number of the damned, the prisoners are heaped together in their awful prison, the walls of which are said to be four thousand miles thick: and the damned are so utterly bound and helpless that, as a blessed saint, saint Anselm, writes in his book on similitudes, they are not even able to remove from the eye a worm that gnaws it.