And tell me, people of Orphalese, what have you in these houses? And what is it you guard with fastened doors?
Have you peace, the quiet urge that reveals your power?
Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind?
Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountains?
Tell me, have you these in your houses?
Or have you only COMFORT, and the LUST for COMFORT, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a MASTER?