Answer, trull, can one live without eating?
The Princess: You can answer that yourself, you that took the bread that I had.
The Deserter: That bread? What is it, bread? With what is it made, bread?
The Princess: With barley or rye.
The Deserter: You know that, eh? Who is it that grows the barley or the rye?
Who reaps it? Who threshes it? Who grinds it? Who makes it into bread?
If the bread were turned to someone who had a nose and a mouth and it commanded you to do its will
Would you not have to obey?
And the maker of the bread, is he not the bread itself?
Yet he has not even the right to keep it for himself, but here I take it from you again, by force.