Cébès: What is it?
Simon: Do not speak! Ah!
(He stops.
Cébès: What ails you? Why do you snuff the air? What do you smell?
Simon: The air and the earth. Ah!
O the Spring that renews the year and the strong love that triumphs over virginity!
O the ferment of life when the Springtime prepares its nuptials! There is not a thing that grows
But feels the divine delirium entering like a creator, producing the flower and the seed.
Cébès: The wind is warm.
Simon: I have in my mouth the bitter savor of buds! The block