L'Enfer, c'est les autres (My Whole Existence, I Have Been Intently Studying Earthly Life. In Your Books and Music I Have Drunk Fragrant Wine, I Have Sung Beautiful Songs and Played Numerous Instruments, I Have Hunted Gazelles and Monsters in Dark Forests, and Have Explored So Many Different Trains of Thought... Beauties as Ethereal as Clouds and Mist, Created by the Magic of Your Poets and Geniuses, Have Visited Me in the Dead of Night, and Have Whispered in My Ears Alluring Tales That Have Set My Brain on Fire. In Your Books, I Have Climbed to the Peaks of the Himalayas and Mont Blanc, and From There I Have Seen the Sun Rise and Have Watched It at Evening Flood the Sky, the Ocean, and the Mountain-Tops with Sad Gold and Crimson. I Have Watched From There the Lightning Flashing Over My Head and Cleaving the Storm-Clouds. I Have Seen Previously Unvisited Primeval Jungles and Forbidden Forests, Desolate Fields and Barren Landscapes, the Gloom and Splendor of Nature, Virgin Springs and Breaking Waterfalls, Hidd by Wings of an Angel