"Yet this is an uncomfortable twilight."
"To the contrary, you should rejoice that it is a fog too heavy to be penetrated by the Moon."
"But what have I to do with the Moon?"
"Nothing, as yet. And that is as well for you, Duke Jurgen, since it is authentically reported you have derided the day which is sacred to the Moon. Now the Moon does not love derision, as I well know, for in part I serve the Moon."
"Eh?" says Jurgen: and he began to reflect.
So they came to a wall that was high and gray, and to the door which was in the wall.
"You must knock two or three times," says Anaïtis, "to get into
Cocaigne."
Jurgen observed the bronze knocker upon the door, and he grinned in order to hide his embarrassment.
"It is a quaint fancy," said he, "and the two constituents of it appear to have been modeled from life."
"They were copied very exactly from Adam and Eve," says Anaïtis, "who were the first persons to open this gateway."