This you do not understand, and you wear an air that ill accords with your condition — you are like the many who lounge in the Circus or in a theater while their home is already wrapped in mourning and they have not yet heard the evil news. But I, looking from the heights, see the storms that threaten and a little later will burst upon you in a flood, or, already near, have drawn still closer to sweep away both you and yours. Why say more? Are not your minds even now — though you little know it — whirled and spun about as if some hurricane had seized them, while they flee and pursue the selfsame things, and now are lifted to the skies, and now are dashed to the lowest depths?… [60]