We pass along the road.
And we alone exhale the warm breath of living beings.
Haha! My nerves are unstrung.
You there ... Cébès... Do you hear me?
Cébès: Yes.
Simon: Speak to me. Had you not something to tell me?
Cébès: I want...
Simon: What do you want?
Cébès: Nothing!
Only a room when it snows and that no one should know where I am!