Tell me, will Anathema ever learn the truth?
GUARDIAN.
No.
ANATHEMA.
Tell me, will Anathema ever see the gates open? Shall I ever see your face?
GUARDIAN.
No. Never. My face is open, but you see it not. My speech is loud, but you hear it not. My commands are clear, but you know them not, Anathema. And you will never see, and you will never hear, and you will never know, Anathema, unfortunate spirit, deathless in numbers, ever alive in measure and in weight, but as yet unborn to life.
Anathema leaps to his feet.
ANATHEMA.
You lie,—silent dog, you who have robbed the world of the truth, you who have barred the entrances with iron! Farewell; I like a fair game, and I pay when I lose. And if you will not pay, I shall cry before the whole universe: "Help! I have been robbed!"