Homer Eon Flint, The Emancipatrix
“ Corrus followed his own sigh with a frank curse."By the great god Mownoth!" he swore fiercely. "It be a shame that we cannot come hence a great deal oftener! Methinks They could allow it!""They care not for our longings," spoke Cunora, her eyes flashing as angrily as his. "They give us enough freedom to make us work the better —no more! All They care for is thy herd and my crops!""And for the labor," reminded the big man, "of such brains as Rolla's and Dulnop's. It be not right that They should drive us so!" ”
