Character: Isidore Ducas

O three harsh mathematicians, I have not forgotten you since your wise lessons, sweeter than honey, entered my heart like life-giving moisture. Arithmetic! Algebra! Geomertia! Great Trinity! Radiant unity! He is mad who does not recognize you.

So many millions of creatures are crowded on a piece of land, believing that they should not interfere with the life of their neighbors, who, like roots, have grown into an adjacent piece of land. Everyone, young and old, will be huddled like a savage in his lair. It doesn't take a big mind to understand that a united family of humanity is a utopia.

If it were in my will, I'd rather become the son of a female shark, whose hunger matches hurricanes, and a tiger, whose ferocity is generally recognized: I would be less vicious.

The tribe is stupid and feeble-minded! you will regret your behavior. You will regret it, wait! My poetry will only destroy a person, this fierce beast, and the Creator, who was not supposed to create such evil spirits.