—You are passing it, said the waiter.
—I do not recognize it.
—It is all new now.
—Oh, I forgot!... I forgot that my eagle.... Don’t trouble: he will never do it again.
—Is it true, said Cocles, what you say?
—What?
—That you have killed him?
—And that we are going to eat him?... Do you doubt it? said Prometheus. Have you looked at me?—When he was alive, did I dare to laugh?—Was I not horribly thin?
—Certainly.
—He fed on me long enough. I think now that it is my turn.