Look into my eyes.

Hush! Hush! Hush! And suddenly my look became heavy--it became fixed and strange--I was even frightened! I want to glance and turn away--but cannot.

I always look straight ahead, I pierce with my eyes ever more deeply, I am as though petrified.

Look into my eyes.

It is as though I am petrified, as though everything I look upon is petrified.