Let them come heavily, bull-boned men who kill with many blows of a blunt stone determinedly, because they do not understand: these men can be yoked neck and neck, their tongues are numb, they are not to be feared; if ever they discover speech, their speech will move with the tide by sun and moon. No, fear, but fear the efficiently thin, the light and bright as aluminum, the neon-tongued, who have teeth of movable type and squawk from a nylon voicebox words that are to them as paper cups, paper plates, plastic knives, plastic forks.