"Love, the old voice was soft in Copper's ears. The word is almost a stranger to us now, known only to the few who serve our masters. It was not always so. The Old Ones knew love before Man Alexander came. And our your were the fruit of love rather than the product of our master's cunning. But you may know the flower even though you cannot bear fruit. You may enter that world of pleasure-pain the Old Ones knew, that world which is denied us.

1962.