Well, I am asking for everything. For all of Egypt, for the people and my family. It is the whole of my world, and Zenith resolves itself that such a thing is gone forever.

[ Honestly, were he able to have all of that... the rest of the world, the Caanites, the Hellenics, the Vedics, the Babylonians? They could burn. They could flounder forth one day from the roots of Yima's great tree, perhaps, and make the attempt to save their immediate world, or the full of it. ]

I'm not asking for love, Yima. You cannot lie to me, even sweetly - I am not here to be loved. I just want the truth.

[ Of all the things he is frail and tenuous over, nothing is more resolute than the soul-deep knowledge ( curse ) that he is unlovable. There is only one person who loves him, and he is a madman. ]

Who must I condemn, to have what is mine?