A second⁠—and I was somewhere above everything. Under me: heads, heads, heads, wide open yelling mouths, arms rising and falling.⁠ ⁠… There was something strange and intoxicating in it all. I felt myself above everybody ; I was⁠—I⁠—a separate world; I ceased to be the usual item; I became unity.⁠ ⁠…

Again I was below, near the rock, my body happy, shaken and rumpled, as after an embrace of love. Sunlight, voices, and from above⁠—the smile of I-330 . A golden-haired woman, her whole body silky-golden and diffusing an odor of different herbs, was near by. She held a cup, apparently made of wood. She drank a little from it with her red lips and then offered the cup to me. I closed my eyes and with avidity I drank the sweet cold prickly sparks, pouring them down on the fire which burned within me.