The First Captain: Yes.
The King: I lay there during centuries of matter. A slumber—
Second Captain: What does he say?
Third: He speaks of slumber.
The King:—A slumber vile, inert, constraining. A detestable oblivion. There only the soul exists.
I have touched the bottom and now like a diver I rise again.
I have lived.
Ah!
Who would try to make me believe
That I have been different from other men?