And the world is crushing me, but I shall prevail against it.
(He marches across the hall with an ominous air, then halting, he turns towards them.
In the name of the infinite ocean!
By the tragic birth of this day!
By the tempest
With which the peaks and pyramids that loom over desolated cities
Arm the South, assaulting the bleeding sky!
By the echoing crash of the thunder, by the sulphurous lung of ruddy lightning!
By the team of the winds that drag their roller over the tossing mass of roaring forests! By the winter
With its wind that bends the pines, routs the battalions of clouds, and riddles with sand the withered potato leaves; and with its blinding snow;