"O thou eternal Maker of all beings!" --he would cry, striking his breast with his right hand (in case he had one)-- "Thou whose power and goodness can enlarge the faculties of thy creatures to this infinite degree of excellence and perfection, --What have we MOONITES done?"
'O thou eternal Maker of all beings!' he would cry, striking his breast with his hand (if he had one.) 'Thou whose power and goodness can bring thy creatures to this infinite degree of perfection - What have we Moonites done?'