“Behind us....”
“But I do not see them.... Have we passed them without my seeing them? O naughty Chimera, you did not tell me!”
“And where are the luminous streaks of the far-off land?”
“We are going through them....”
“I see nothing.... Below, land; around, clouds, as everywhere. But no lands of light.... And yet there, in the distance, very far away—what is that, Chimera? I see, as it were, a purple desert on a sea of golden water, with winding borders of soft mother-of-pearl; in the desert are oases like pale emerald, palms with silvery waving tops, azure bananas; and over the purple desert trills ether of light crimson, with streaks of topaz.... Chimera, Chimera, what is that country? What is that beautiful country? The golden sea with its foam forms a pearly fringe along the shore; the palms wave their tops to a rhythm of aerial music, and the bananas, blue, pink, glow in the ether till all is light there...! Chimera, is that the rainbow?”
“No....”
“Chimera, is that the land of happiness? Is that the kingdom of happiness? Chimera, are you king there?”
“Yes, that is my country. And I am king there.”
“Are we going thither?”