Gud turned back again and said: "Whatever it was you wanted, I see I will have to make it for you, because I cannot stand that wailing—it sounds like a hell that a friend of mine was experimenting with, and I do not like it."
"I wail," said the soul, "because I remember the injustice and inequality, and because the workers are all destroyed and revolution can never be."
"Nonsense! Nothing can never be. Let us make this thing and be done with it. What was it you said you wanted?"
"The world of equality."
"But just a moment ago you said it was a revolution."
"True. But that was but a means to the end."
"Shall I make the means or the end?"
"Alas, neither can ever be, for the workers are destroyed."
"You said that before. You talk in circles like a philosopher, and I don't like philosophers; they are all talk; I believe in action. I don't know what you want, but I heard you say something about a world. I understand that and can make it—I have made myriads of them just to pass the time away. Wait a second."
When he had spoken thus, Gud took out his pocket handkerchief and held it up by two corners. "Now, you see," said Gud, as he exhibited first one side and then the other; "the handkerchief is perfectly empty."