CHAPTER LXXI.
A Book From The "Ponderings Of Old Bardianna" "Now," said Babbalanja, lighting his trombone as we sailed from the isle, "who are the monsters, we or the cripples ?" "You yourself are a monster, for asking the question," said Mohi.
"And so, to the cripples I am; though not, old man, for the reason you mention.

But I am, as I am; whether hideous, or handsome, depends upon who is made judge.

There is no supreme standard yet revealed, whereby to judge of ourselves; 'Our very instincts are prejudices,' saith Alla Mallolla; 'Our very axioms, and postulates are far from infallible.' 'In respect of the universe, mankind is but a sect,' saith Diloro: 'and first principles but dogmas.' What ethics prevail in the Pleiades?
What things have the synods in Sagittarius decreed ?" "Never mind your old authors," said Media.

"Stick to the cripples; enlarge upon them." "But I have done with them now, my lord; the sermon is not the text.
Give ear to old Bardianna.

I know him by heart.