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 With fifty patches painted on faces and limbs — so sat ye there to my astonishment, ye present-day men!

And with fifty mirrors around you, which flattered your play of colors, and repeated it!

Verily, ye could wear no better masks, ye present-day men, than your own faces! Who could — recognize you!

Written all over with the characters of the past, and these characters also pencilled over with new characters — thus have ye concealed yourselves well from all decipherers!

And though one be a trier of the reins, who still believeth that ye have reins! Out of colors ye seem to be baked, and out of glued scraps.

All times and peoples gaze divers-colored out of your veils; all customs and beliefs speak divers-colored out of your gestures.

He who would strip you of veils and wrappers, and paints and gestures, would just have enough left to scare the crows.

Verily, I myself am the scared crow that once saw you naked, and without paint; and I flew away when the skeleton ogled at me.

Rather would I be a day-laborer in the nether-world, and among the shades of the by-gone! — Fatter and fuller than ye, are the nether-worldlings!

This, yea this, is bitterness to my bowels, that I can neither endure you naked nor clothed, ye present-day men!

All that is unhomelike in the future, and whatever maketh strayed birds shiver, is verily more homelike and familiar than your "reality."

For thus speak you: "Real are we wholly, and without faith and superstition": thus do you plume yourselves — alas! even without plumes!

Indeed, how would ye be able to believe, you divers-colored