Narration: When at last the constructors stepped out into the moonlit night,
Citizen says: Undying devotion… to the cause of Universal Goodness…
Narration: No longer able to contain himself, Trurl burst into tears of rage and despair; he couldn’t understand what had gone wrong, why these kindly souls had changed into such insufferable bullies.
Narration: a Feliceman, not fully unscrewed in the general haste, expressed in a weak and trembling voice
Klapaucius says: “The directive for an all-embracing good will may, if too direct, bear contrary fruit”, Klapaucius explained. “He who is glad wishes others to be glad, glad without delay, and ends up clubbing gladness into all recalcitrants.”
Trurl says: “Then Good may produce Evil! Oh, how perfidious is the Nature of Things!”, cried Trurl. “Very well, I hereby declare war against Nature Herself! Adieu, Klapaucius! You see me momentarily defeated, but not discouraged. I shall win yet!”
