“I saw an old man kneeling on the stones. He was leaning over a channel, and watching the water run, his face bathed in inexpressible ecstasy. It seemed as though his nose, mouth, and cheeks had vanished; nothing remained but the two eyes which followed the water as it flowed between the rocks. I went up to him.
‘What do you see there, old man ?’ I asked him.
And he, without lifting his head or removing his eyes from the water, replied:
‘My life, my life which is running out…’ “