In defining the Devil I have had recourse to say this: /the Devil reveals a narrow path into a dark wood./ Remember that. He is out in all weathers and seasons in his tatty blacks, but the form is not important. Neither is what kind of crown he sports, horn, thorns, flowers, hat or cap. Nor does it matter that at times he seems to be Lord of the World, at others a more intimate, local spirit. It is what he shows us that counts. This definition could be challenged in that the wood has been coppiced and then hacked back to a stand of a few spindled trees. But I will let the phrase stay, as he is the revealer, and the wood is waiting behind all our eyelids. Blink and you might miss him. Walk abroad and you might meet him. His presence is immanent, the path opens before you.