The Coomer is immunized against all dangers, one may call him a scoundrel, parasite, swindler, profiteer, it all runs of him like water off a raincoat. But call him a cumbrain and you will be astonished at how he recoils, how injured he is, how he suddenly shrinks back: "I've been found out."
And the answer, said the judge. If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet?
And they are dancing, the board floor slamming under the jackboots and the fiddlers grinning hideously over their canted pieces. Towering over them all is the judge and he is naked dancing, his small feet lively and quick and now in doubletime and bowing to the ladies, huge and pale and hairless, like an enormous infant.