“This world,” Zeus went on, affecting not to hear, “is quite extraordinarily beautiful. Everything in its place—rivers, mountains, birds, beasts, oceans, groves, plains, and canyons . . . But you know, when I look down, I find myself sorrowing at how empty it is.” “Empty?” “Oh Prometheus, you have absolutely no idea how boring it is to be a god in a complete and finished world.”
