And what about you? You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?" "I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl. And actually I'm tallest in my class." "You mean to say, that you're a daughter of Eve?" "Well my mum's name is Helen..." "Y-yes, but, you are in fact... human?
And all the time - such is the tragic comedy of our situation - we continue to clamor for those very qualities we are rendering impossible. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.