--Oh! said Prometheus to Cocles, leaving the chamber of death,--all
that is horrible! The death of Damocles upsets me. Is it true that my
lecture can have been the cause of his illness?
--I cannot say, said the waiter, but I know that at any rate he was
greatly moved by all that you said of your eagle.
--Of our eagle, replied Cocles.
--I was so convinced, said Prometheus.
--That is why you convinced him.... Your words were very strong.
--I thought that no one paid any attention and I insisted.... If I had
known that he would listen so attentively....
--What would you have said?
--The same thing, stammered Prometheus.
--Then?
--But I would not say the same thing now.
--Are you no longer convinced?
--Damocles was too much so.... I have other ideas about my eagle.
--By the way, where is he?
--Do not fear, Cocles. I have my eye on him.
--Good-bye. I shall wear mourning, said Cocles. When shall we see each
other again?
--But ... at the funeral, I suppose. I will make a speech there. I
ought to repair in some way the damage I have done. And afterwards I
invite you to the funeral feast in the restaurant exactly where we saw
Damocles for the first time.