Already the children were raising their hands to seize them.
"Leave them," I said, "leave them.

Let us be hospitable: do not disturb the pilgrims who have come to the tabernacle of the light." During the whole evening not one of them moved.

Next day they were still there.

The intoxication of the light had made them forget the intoxication of love.
With creatures so madly in love with the light precise and prolonged experimentation is impracticable the moment the observer requires artificial light.

I renounced the Great Peacock and its nocturnal habits.