Wine is the soul of the grape. The freed and yet willing captive. Logos in Pan!
The Dancing-Girls.
[Singing in the court]
Would’st thou know liberty?
Drain Bacchus’ blood;—
Rock on the rhythm-sea,
Float with its flood!
Julian.
[Drinking.] Yes, Yes; there is freedom in intoxication. Canst thou interpret this rapture?
Maximus.