Its perfect integrity lent it something like a body.

Each of us picked up a brick and we broke it with all our might, not knowing why.

We ran away down the shaking spiral stairs whose steps were hidden under deep rubbish.

At the bottom we looked at each other, still excited and already ashamed of the fit of barbarism which had so suddenly risen in us and urged our arms.
"What about it?
It's a natural thing to do--we're becoming men again, that's all," said Margat.
Having nothing to do we sat down there, commanding a view of the dale.
The day had been fine.
Margat's looks strayed here and there.

He frowned, and disparaged the village because it was not like his own.