Character: Rumata

So think, think, think - and eventually invent gunpowder.

Funny, I spent three years watching him and still did not understand what he is. However, if he followed me, he would not understand. After all, maybe that's what's funny!

Reba - nonsense, a trifle in comparison with bulk traditions, the rules of the herd, the time-honored, rock-solid, proven, available for any dumb fools, liberating you from having to think and wonder.

All their actions can be explained, but these fiendishly difficult action to predict.

... the wells of humanism in our souls, seemingly on the Ground bottomless, are drying up with frightening speed. Holy Micah, we were real humanists back on Earth, humanity was a skeleton of our nature, the worship of Man, our love for the Person we dokatyvayutsya to anthropocentrism, and here suddenly was horrified to catch myself thinking that I loved not the Man, but only the Communards, Earthling, equal to us... We often catch ourselves thinking: "enough, people do this? Are they capable of becoming men, at least over time?"

For Rumata, rarely confronted with children, ten-year-old Prince was the antithesis of all estates of this wild country. It is from these ordinary blue-eyed boys, the same in all classes, then grew and brutality, and ignorance, and obedience, and because they, in children, there were no traces and inclinations of that stuff. Sometimes he thought how wonderful it would be if the planet disappeared all people over ten years.

Here I am a mere noble don (the budha high forehead went wrinkles, eyes in surprise, and fun rounded out), I am immensely fond of learned men, that the nobility of the spirit. And I do not know, why you guardians and are the only owners of high knowledge, so hopelessly passive? Why do you meekly let themselves be despised, thrown into prison, burned at the stake? Why do you tear off the meaning of his life - the extraction of knowledge from the practical needs of life, struggle against evil?

We Rumata Estonskie from time immemorial do not know horses. We are experts on fighting camels. Well, that arkanara almost no camels.

One of the gold would be enough to burn you at the stake! - he yelled. Is the devil's gold! The human hand is not able to produce metal of such purity!
He drilled roomate look. Yes, generous thought Rumata, he's done. We, perhaps, have never realized that.

He felt suddenly that he had pain in all muscles, as after hard work. Well, well, quietly, he said to himself. Nothing to worry about. It's all over. It's just flash. Instant flash and everything has passed. I'm still a man, and the animal is alien to me... It's just nerves. The nerves and tension of the last few days...
And the main thing is the sensation of the crawling shadows. It is not clear whose, it is unclear where, but it creeps and creeps quite inevitable...
"..."
Somewhere in the bowels of the Palace, in a luxurious apartment, where gouty king, twenty years nevidimki the sun out of fear of everything, own son of the great-grandfather, imbecile, giggling, signs one after the other horrible orders, condemned to a painful death the most honest and unselfish people, somewhere out there matured a monstrous abscess, and a break of this abscess, it was necessary to wait not today or tomorrow...

- Well, how are you? asked Rumata favorably. - Cut some literate, others teach?
Father Keane grinned.
Scientist is not the enemy of the king, - he said. An enemy to the king is a scholar, a dreamer, scientist doubting, disbelieving scientist.

One touches those most and cut.

Happy is he who thinks of others.

Nothing more time, he thought. The hour is life, the day is priceless.