Tell us, Thomas." Thomas takes out his pipe: "I am a neighbour of Philipp's, of that man there--" he points at the curtain.

"Yes, yes, you all know that I am his neighbour.

And if anybody does not know it--I'll say it again, as in a court of justice: I am his neighbour--I live right next to him--" he turns to the window.
An elderly fisherman enters and forces himself silently into the line.
"Well, Tibo ?" asks the abbot, stopping.
"Nothing." "Haven't you found Haggart ?" "No.

It is so foggy that they are afraid of losing themselves.

They walk and call each other; some of them hold each other by the hand.