But when man toils and slays himself for masters who withhold the life he gives to them--then, then, the soul screams out, and every sinew cracks.

So with these poor serfs.

And few of them could choose but be the brutes they seemed.
Now needs it to be said, that Odo was no land of pleasure unalloyed, and plenty without a pause ?--Odo, in whose lurking-places infants turned from breasts, whence flowed no nourishment .-- Odo, in whose inmost haunts, dark groves were brooding, passing which you heard most dismal cries, and voices cursing Media.

There, men were scourged; their crime, a heresy; the heresy, that Media was no demigod.

For this they shrieked.