One went into larger and larger windowless rooms, rooms big with Babylonian perspective; but one never found the smallest window or a whisper of outer air.
Their infernal parallels seemed to expand with distance; but for me all good things come to a point, swords for instance.

So finding the boast of the big cosmos so unsatisfactory to my emotions I began to argue about it a little; and I soon found that the whole attitude was even shallower than could have been expected.

According to these people the cosmos was one thing since it had one unbroken rule.

Only (they would say) while it is one thing it is also the only thing there is.

Why, then, should one worry particularly to call it large?
There is nothing to compare it with.