(…) You have read a lot about this feeling. But can you imagine… tell me… can you know the pleasure of swimming if you stay watching the image of a lake? I swim in these waters.

HE IS UP. IT BECOMES DURING THE SCENE MORE AND MORE AGITATED

I walk sitting on my dream, between the nights and the days, envoloped all by a calm sky… but immense. Our sky is charged with such a light, that even the impurity of the passers-by who stumble under it, seems to me radiant. Everything is close, everything touches me; and yet nothing seems to me to have stopped in the course of time.

HE MOVES BACK, AS IF STRUCK BY STUPOR.