But how incomprehensible your land is--in your land a man sees dreams even when he is not asleep.
Perhaps I am smiling already.

Look, Mariet." The abbot stops in front of Khorre.
"Ah, old friend, how do you do?
You are smiling already.

Look, Mariet." "I don't want to work," ejaculates the sailor sternly.
"You want your own way?
This man," roars the abbot, pointing at Khorre, "thinks that he is an atheist.

But he is simply a fool; he does not understand that he is also praying to God--but he is doing it the wrong way, like a crab.

Even a fish prays to God, my children; I have seen it myself.