Try to free them from this bustle--what will happen?
Like blind men they will grope about hither and thither; they'll lose their mind--they'll go mad! I know it! Do you think that business brings happiness into man?
No, that's not so--something else is missing here.

This is not everything yet! The river flows that men may sail on it; the tree grows--to be useful; the dog--to guard the house.

There is justification for everything in the world! And men, like cockroaches, are altogether superfluous on earth.

Everything is for them, and they--what are they for?
Aha! Wherein is their justification?
Ha, ha, ha!" Foma was triumphant.

It seemed to him that he had found something good for himself, something severe against men.