Cannius. ... now it's time for you to begin changing from brute to man.
Polyphemus. You do well to warn me, for prophets these days declare the end of the world is at hand.
Cannius. All the more reason to hurry.
Polyphemus. I await the hand of Christ.
Cannius. See that you are pliant material for his hand! But where do they get the notion that the end of the world is near?
Polyphemus. They say it's because men are behaving just as they did before the Flood overwhelmed them. They feast, drink, stuff themselves, marry and are given in marriage, whore, buy, sell, pay and charge interest, build buildings. Kings make war, priests are zealous to increase their wealth, theologians invent syllogisms, monks roam through the world, the commons riot, Erasmus writes colloquies. In short, no calamity is lacking: hunger, thirst, robbery, war, plague, sedition, poverty. Doesn't this prove human affairs are at an end?
Cannius. Is this mass of woes, what worries you most?
Polyphemus. Guess.
Cannius. That your purse is full of cobwebs.
Polyphemus. Damned if you haven't hit it! -- Just now I'm on my way back from a drinking party. Some other time, when I'm more sober, I'll argue with you about the Gospel, if you like.
Cannius. When shall I see you sober?
Polyphemus. When I'm sober.
Cannius. When will you be so?
Polyphemus. When you see me so. Meantime, my dear Cannius, good luck.