As I recall, Voltaire's last words went a little like this (translated from the original 18th century of French, which I'm sure whetstone can speak couramment):
Priest: Renounce Satan!
Voltaire: Now, now my dear man, this is no time to make new enemies.
I know this because I was there, for I am Satan himself. Voltaire and I are now good friends. We have tea and scones on Tuesdays, and we hire prostitutes on Thursday. It's absolutely splendid!
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