You're a poem?' I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. 'If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea. ' 'Isn't it hard to be three things at the same time?' 'What's your name?' 'Enn. ' 'So you are Enn,' she said. 'And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time?
The economic and social theories used by those who take part in the social struggle ought to be judged not by their objective value but primarily for their effectiveness in arousing emotions. The scientific refutation of them which can be made is useless, however correct it may be objectively.