I went down into the street with the idea of making some one suffer for a gift I would make to another; to make one happy by the suffering of the other. A blow and a note of £20 was all that was necessary. To one the blow, and to the other the note. Is it clear? What is less clear is the way of giving them.
—I know it already, interrupted Prometheus.
—Oh, really, you know of it, said Zeus.
—I have met both Damocles and Cocles; it is precisely about them that I have come to speak to you:—Damocles looks and calls for you, he is very anxious; he is ill;—for goodness’ sake go and see him.
—Sir, stop—said Zeus—I have no need of advice from anybody.
—What did I tell you? said the waiter.
Prometheus was going away, but suddenly turned again: Sir, pardon me. Excuse an indiscreet question. Oh! show it to me, I beg you! I should love so much to see it....
—What?
—Your eagle.
—But I have no eagle, sir.