I have known your frothy horses. I have always found myself wanting. This is why it was said from the beginning, "I shall give you a coin, and you shall spend it." These horse hooves beat and beat the earth like drums, and everything shall be war drums for you. I shall open a door for you, and you shall walk through the door. This door leads to the small space, the tiny land, the land so small there is nothing but you in it, you and more you. You shall stretch on to the horizon and the boundaries shall shrink right up to your very skin. What is this land of bulls and women? You are the cold stone statue, the sentinel watching, the stander standing. You keep the fires of hell from overtaking the earth from your place in your little apartment in that old house; and you are nameless and faceless, buried in the hive of the city. I have seen your great guns do their work: you kill devils daily, and you are the only thing between the human race and hell, you keep hell from overtaking the human race; and by your suffering the human race is kept safe from hell.