Yes; to cultivate illusion, to live in the past, to resuscitate experience, may be the amusements of mortality, but they mean nothing now to us. When Selene re-enters her orb, she will not disquiet herself about the disorders of its interregnum.
Pallas [hastily reascending].
I have left Pandora's jewel behind me. I must fetch it.
Hermes [the last to descend].
Let me confess that I took it from you. One of the barbarians was weeping, and
I wished, I cannot tell why, to see her smile. I gave your jewel to her.
Pallas.
It is of no moment. It would be an inconspicuous ornament in that blaze of the heart's beauty to which the white ships are about to carry us.
Hermes.
Come, then, Pallas, and let us linger here no more.