The Sciapods: The head as low as possible—That is the secret of happiness.
(Their lifted thighs,—resembling the trunks of trees,—multiply.
And a forest appears. Great apes clamber through it on all fours:—these are men with the heads of dogs.)
The Cynocephali:
"We leap from branch to branch in search of eggs to suck; and we pluck the little fledglings alive; then we put their nests upon our heads in lieu of caps.
"We tear off the teats of cows; and we put out the eyes of lynxes: we let fall our dung from the heights of the trees—we parade our turpitude in the full light of the sun.
"Lacerating the flowers, crushing the fruits, befouling the springs, violating women, we are the masters of all,—by the strength of our arms, and the ferocity of our hearts.
"Ho! companions!—gnash with your jaws!"