Bolesław Prus,
Mold of the Earth
(1884)
“ He smiled sadly."Where is consciousness, love, hate, yearning?...""Ha! ha! ha!..." he laughed softly."In short — where are the human souls and hearts?...""Ha! ha! ha!..."I was offended by his demeanor."Who are you?..." I asked.Just then I found myself back in the garden, beside the boulder, whose shapeless splotches swam in the moonlight. ”
