Louis Couperus,
Psyche
(1908)
“ Are these the fore-spheres of the farthest sphere . . . .? Is that the way through circles to . . . . the . . . .? Chimera, I see forms, I see the people of light!! O Chimera! Chimera!! They are beckoning us, they are waving to us! I see two of them: a form of majesty, and another, near him, of love! O Chimera! I know them!! That is my father, and that . . . . O joy, O joy! . . . . that is Eros! Eros! Quicker, Chimera annihilate the space which separates us; speed on, ply your wings faster away, away! Oh, faster, Chimera! Can you not go faster? You fly too slowly for me! You fly too slowly!! ”
