Such, indeed, is the meaning of everything existing.

Yes, pride," he said to himself, turning over on his stomach and beginning to tie a noose of blades of grass, trying not to break them.

"And not merely pride of intellect, but dulness of intellect.

And most of all, the deceitfulness; yes, the deceitfulness of intellect.

The cheating knavishness of intellect, that's it," he said to himself.