1 Let us throw away our candles and our torches.
2 The flame of the candle stands still in the air.
3 And they are glad when the candles are blown for the night.
4 We stole the candle from the larder of the Home of the Street Sweepers.
5 We have walked the length of our tunnel, with a candle lighting the way.
6 We lit the candle and we saw that our place had not been found and nothing had been touched.
7 We saw a great painting on the wall over their heads, of the twenty illustrious men who had invented the candle.
8 The candles are lit, and the Councils of the different Homes stand in a pulpit, and they speak to us of our duties and of our brother men.
9 And as we all undress at night, in the dim light of the candles, our brothers are silent, for they dare not speak the thoughts of their minds.
10 We have stolen candles from the Home of the Street Sweepers, we have stolen flints and knives and paper, and we have brought them to this place.
11 Then we lit a candle, and we brought paper from the room of the manuscripts, and we sat by the window, for we knew that we could not sleep tonight.
12 It is easy to leave the Theatre; when the candles are blown out and the Actors come onto the stage, no eyes can see us as we crawl under our seat and under the cloth of the tent.
13 It took fifty years to secure the approval of all the Councils for the Candle, and to decide upon the number needed, and to re-fit the Plans so as to make candles instead of torches.
14 All the great modern inventions come from the Home of the Scholars, such as the newest one, which was found only a hundred years ago, of how to make candles from wax and string; also, how to make glass, which is put in our windows to protect us from the rain.