他想，它继续了。内部仇恨。也许种子在那里。他们终于会彼此吃掉，并在世界各地的其他人离开我们的其他人，仍然活着。我们中的仍然足够多，以建立和希望并制定一些简单的计划。
(It goes on, he thought. The internecine hate. Perhaps the seeds are there, in that. They will eat one another at last, and leave the rest of us here and there in the world, still alive. Still enough of us once more to build and hope and make a few simple plans.)