It's not wholesome." "But I'm enjoying it, Herr Walther.

Imagination is a glorious thing.

You see the same sun that I do in so far as our eyes are able to look upon it, but you do not see it in the same way.

It appears far more splendid and glorious to me than it does to you.

Our eyes are mirrors and mine reflect today with much more power and much more depth of color than yours do." Walther stared at him, comprehending but little of what he had said, and shook his head slowly.
"Your French blood is surely on top now, Castel," he said.