As somebody he wields painful power, as nobody he saves his life, by disappearing behind his name. The arch-poet playing with the unchanging sameness of sound cleverly disguises the difference between freedom and freedom and freedom. Half-blind academics leering behind strong spectacles, dig among the words and their namesakes, despairing to find the truth, or the place where it is hidden. The guileless princess is used in all her shining black beauty as a means to lengthen the story to its prearranged end in Ithaca. The mortal danger of waves and the risk of death and total loss provide the reason for robbing the natives in the name of calculated profits.
Conscience is a luxury which only the poor can afford.
They have nothing. They need nothing. Trusting the undying gods they plough not and they sow not nor do they spin with their hands and yet they are fed and clothed by the sun and the rain. Whereas they could provide twenty-five percent for us if only we could beat the rhythm of work onto their backs with sjambok and drumstick if only they desired bibles, baubles, beer and bureaucracy. And we would accept a cultural deposit and easy terms, just to get into business, to develop them.