—But where was I? cried Prometheus. I counted upon getting under weigh; disturbance has checked me.
—So much the better, cried some one.
—Ah! I know ... continued Prometheus. I wished to tell you again....
—Enough! enough!! cried voices from all parts of the hall.
... That you must love your eagle.
Several cried “Why?” ironically.
—I hear, gentlemen, some one asks me “Why?” I reply: Because then he will become beautiful.
—But if we become ugly?
—Gentlemen, I do not speak here words of self-interest....
—One can see that.