But the world was all unprepared for our coming and for the coming of all the lesser great things that drew their greatness from the Food.

There have been blunders; there have been conflicts.

The little people hate our kind....
"They are hard towards us because they are so little....

And because our feet are heavy on the things that make their lives.

But at any rate they hate us now; they will have none of us--only if we could shrink back to the common size of them would they begin to forgive....
"They are happy in houses that are prison cells to us; their cities are too small for us; we go in misery along their narrow ways; we cannot worship in their churches....
"We see over their walls and over their protections; we look inadvertently into their upper windows; we look over their customs; their laws are no more than a net about our feet....
"Every time we stumble we hear them shouting; every time we blunder against their limits or stretch out to any spacious act....
"Our easy paces are wild flights to them, and all they deem great and wonderful no more than dolls' pyramids to us.