'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.

The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!

Don't mess with the dead, boy, they have eerie powers.

And not a man appears to tell their fate.

Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.

The hearts of great men can be changed.