"For a satyr to be ashamed of himself would be indeed an unheard-of thing! Now go away, you in the glittering shirt! for we are studying eudæmonism, and you are talking nonsense, and I am busy, and you annoy me," said the Satyr.
"Well, but in Cocaigne," said Jurgen, "this eudæmonism was considered an indoor diversion."
"And did you ever hear of a satyr going indoors?"
"Why, save us from all hurt and harm! but what has that to do with it?"
"Do not try to equivocate, you shining idiot! For now you see for yourself you are talking nonsense. And I repeat that such unheard-of nonsense irritates me," said the Satyr.
The Oread said nothing at all. But she too looked annoyed, and Jurgen reflected that it was probably not the custom of oreads to be rescued from the eudæmonism of satyrs.
So Jurgen left them; and yet deeper in the forest he found a bald-headed squat old man, with a big paunch and a flat red nose and very small bleared eyes. Now the old fellow was so helplessly drunk that he could not walk: instead, he sat upon the ground, and leaned against a tree-bole.
"This is a very disgusting state for you to be in so early in the morning," observed Jurgen.
"But Silenus is always drunk," the bald-headed man responded, with a dignified hiccough.
"So here is another one of you! Well, and why are you always drunk,
Silenus?"