The painting of a tree that Niggle was never able to complete was a mere glimpse of the tree in the country beyond his journey.

A spindle's strike to end the pain Of a man's cruel lies and weeping rain She fell to bed with bleeding heart To dream a new day of hopeful

Oh rose, oh rose, oh rose of youth! To fall so prey to man uncouth! But time his judge no mercy hath And end of life with give him wrath

Gorgias makes rhetoric a power to wield, under which its listeners are victims.