"Thy expected alien am I"
(III, i, 1)
"My kind walked among Greeks and Romans"
"Why am I singled out then
For this alien role
We've seen it all before, you know.
"This day, an alien awoke in me"
(III, ii, 5)
Make way for a better instructor —
Assur-nasir-apli, cruelest of the cruel,
Whose reign began with patricide.
(III, ii. 125-27)
From those moods conditioned by the chemistry
Ebbing and flowing is an amniotic sea,
Pinocchio vaguely senses
A peristaltic barroom-boom-boom
Yet, when he looks upward
At variable stars and spinning galaxies
At comets and eclipses,
He fails to recognize
That he's a bivalve on the tide-edge of the universe.
You must recall that I'm a Martian.
Which is vastly different in space and time
From Denubians and the people of Al Minhar.
We do not come as far to make our cruel observations.
I have my distant moods, though,
When your history collapses,
And I forget —
Not the day —
Not the year —
But the age!
Which eon is this?
(III, ii, 235-54)
I have to remember who I am
It's awfully easy to mix up two thousand years,
Just one big kaleidoscopic blur,
Confuses me all to hell!
(III, ii, 341-45)
In the book The Man Who Was al-Harba written in 10710 AG A. J. Kiilwan made the claim some of the lines would have been written only by a longeval alien being, and that the al-Harban plays were written by Leto II