And scoffing at the mockery of fate
I yielded to the darkness. Yet there stayed
One single thought which I could realize:
Do with me what thou wilt, thou life-machine;
I am not curious how thy cog-wheels work!
Capesius:
The man whom I have recognized in thee
In such condition cannot long remain,
Bereft of Knowledge, even if he would.
Already I can see the days approach