Be silent—you are a stranger. You speak as an enemy of God and mankind. You know neither pity nor compassion. We are tired, we are exhausted,—even the dead have grown tired of waiting. Come here—and we shall go together. This way!
ANATHEMA.
Looking at David.
Are not the blind showing the way to them?
DAVID.
Who needs eyesight if not the blind? This way, blind!
ANATHEMA.
Are not the lame making the road and swallowing the dust there?
DAVID.
Who needs the road if not the lame? This way, maimed!