His mind, packed with the knowledge of what had been done, finally reduced it to a strip of film. On this film danced thousands of characters and scenes, some aggressive, some passive; most of them silent. The loudest voices gave out orders. The most appealing voices were of children playing unconsciously between the lazy dogs and instruments scattered around the rectangular yard.

On this film are the smoke of many fires.

On this film are the silent and stealthy movements of famed people.

On this film are old ancestors toiling in the heat and cold, blaming themselves.

On this film are the noxious acts of human beings, amplified for the pleasure and instruction of the alert.

So, he kept the film in a box and when lazy or needing some stimulus would remove the box from his secret hiding place and play it over again, this time speeded up so all the gestures appeared to him as a machine run amok. It was as though the gods in men wanted to show how absurd they look.