Her lips are red and voluptuous, and pleasure sparkles in her eyes.
She does not look down at the man, but gazes far away over the mountains and the seas towards the South.
A breath of hope thaws the despair in his soul. Life and light and love are coming back to the regions of death.
He lies there at her feet and looks up, and his spirit is filled with the sense of her beauty. His soul is faint with an impossible love for her, a love greater than the awe he feels in the presence of the goddess. He lies prone on the ground and longs that her great white feet may crush him, and that he may die at once. To be killed by her were sweet!
Oh, that he were not a pigmy! that he, too, were a god, and might become fit mate of hers, might know her love!
His desire, his intense aspiration reaches her. The Titan looks down upon him with a smile whose meaning he cannot understand; then she stoops and touches his heart with her hand.
At that moment his wish commences to be realised. He feels that his body is extending rapidly; his stature is becoming that of a god.
But now a fantastic and horrible idea seizes him. As he grows larger and larger, his senses, his consciousness, spreading through the mass, dilute lessen. As he increases in bulk, vitality diminishes; the numbness and coldness of death comes gradually on him.
As his senses dim, the Titan woman fades away into mist, and all is darkness. He can no longer hear the sound of the waves, and his body still increases till it becomes as a vast mountain, the extremes of which are so far off as to be almost out of sensation.