You are no matter where in the world or among the centuries.

You are on some corner of the eternal earth, where men and women are drawing near to each other, and cling together while they wrap themselves in mystery.
* * * * * * Dreamily I ascend again towards the sounds and the swarming of the town.

There, the Sunday evening rendezvous,--the prime concern of the men,--is less discreet.

Desire displays itself more crudely on the pavements.

Voices chatter and laughter dissolves, even through closed doors; there are shouts and songs.
Up there one sees clearly.