Its muffled roar began to echo out over the star-flecked waters.

The Master threw a scornful glance at it.

He turned in his seat, and peered at the shimmer of the city's lights, strung like a luminous rosary along the river's edge.

Then he looked up at the roseate flush on the sky, flung there by the metropolis as from the mouth of a crucible.
"Child's play!" he murmured.

"All this coming and going in crowded streets, all this fighting for bread, and scheming over pennies--child's play.