nd think, ”What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!“

　　Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.

　　I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.

　　With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I can never obtain.

　　In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game in it.