« And then only after dinner, when the wind has died and your heart is at peace, alone, and on foot, you finally go visit her, like a friend. In the last lights of the evening, you go down the little path that winds between the gorse and onto the sand. And finally there she is, calm, immutable, eternal. Like an immense force, you feel it and it envelops you entirely. Deep inside you, she speaks to you, you listen to her, and finally you recognize her magnetic song which had attracted you all the way from Paris to her. »