Wanderer, who are you? I see you following your path without scorn, without love, with unfathomable eyes, wet and sad as a plummet which has returned to the light insatiated out of every depth—what did you seek down there?—with a bosom that never sighs, with lips that conceal their loathing, with a hand which only slowly grasps: who are you? What have you done? Rest here: this place has hospitality for every one—refresh yourself! And whoever you are, what is it that now pleases you? What will serve to refresh you? Only name it, whatever I have I offer! ‘To refresh me? To refresh me! Oh, you prying one, what have you to say! But give me, I pray—-’ What? what? Speak out! Another lends? Another lends and a new mask to wear!