"You're so damned brilliant," said Phelim. "You know everything. It's hard-set you'd be to give yourself a dull Saturday afternoon. We're all puppets--not the old Queens only, but the rest of us, man, woman and child, looking the fools of the world. [...] You have them there, on their strings, all curled tight to your littlest finger; and you little heeding as you swing them what soul you may bruise."