I go to seek a Great Perhaps. - François Rabelais

Idite, prijatelji, i neka vas hrani ona umna sfera, čije je središte svuda a obim nigde, i koju mi zovemo bog. A kada dođete u svoj svet, posvedočite da pod zemljom ima velikog blaga i divnih stvari. Nije pogrešila Cerera, koju je cela vasiona već uvažavala, – jer je ljude poučila veštini zemljoradnje i pronalaskom žita prekinula sa njihovom grubom pićom žirovkom, – što je toliko naricala kada joj je kći u podzemlje odvedena. Ona je svakako predviđala da će njena kći pod zemljom naći više dobra i prevashodnosti no što je to ona, mati njena, iznad zemlje stvorila.
Šta je bilo sa veštinom koju je mudri Prometej nekada pronašao: da se izaziva grom s neba i nebeski oganj? Svakako ste je izgubili. Napustila je vašu hemisferu, a ovde, pod zemljom, ona je u upotrebi. Vi se ponekad zgražate, videći da vam gradovi gore i da ih obuhvata plamen od groma i ognja eterskog, a ne znate ko to čini, gde to čini i s koje strane na vas navodi tu napast, koja je vama grozna, a mi smo na nju svikli i njom se koristimo po svom nahođenju. Vaši filozofi koji se žale da su drevni pisci već sve napisali i da im nisu ostavili ništa novo da otkriju, svakako nisu u pravu. Ono što vam se s neba javlja i što vi nazivate pojavama, ono što vam zemlja pokazuje, ono što sadrže more i druge reke, ne da se uporediti sa onim što zemlja skriva.

Then I began to think that it is very true which is commonly said, that the one half of the world knoweth not how the other half liveth.

Being come down from thence towards Seville, they were heard by Gargantua, who said then unto those that were with him, Comrades and fellow-soldiers, we have here met with an encounter, and they are ten times in number more than we. Shall we charge them or no? What a devil, said the monk, shall we do else? Do you esteem men by their number rather than by their valour and prowess? With this he cried out, Charge, devils, charge! Which when the enemies heard, they thought certainly that they had been very devils, and therefore even then began all of them to run away as hard as they could drive, Drawforth only excepted, who immediately settled his lance on its rest, and therewith hit the monk with all his force on the very middle of his breast, but, coming against his horrific frock, the point of the iron being with the blow either broke off or blunted, it was in matter of execution as if you had struck against an anvil with a little wax-candle.