"And that, my dear Odysseus is civilization: the division of labor, wealth, peace, and even…”

“Don’t say it!”

“…friendship.”

“Why raid, when you could trade?”

“T…. t… trade?”

“I feel so different. I was so scared before. I'm still worried about running out of food. But it's not as bad anymore. I know at least I’ll survive a while longer.”

“You have struck your head and cannot think clearly. I must teach you how to think about action, so you can better act."