Little by little, the chaos became less tumultuous; order began to reign, light to dawn.

Samuel Brohl felt that he had had a film over his eyes, and that it was now removed.

He saw things that he never had seen before, and he felt joy mingled with terror.

He learned _The Merchant of Venice_ by heart.

He shut himself up in the barn, so that he might cry out with Shylock: "Hath not a Jew eyes?
hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
if you poison us, do we not die?
and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ?" He repeated, too, with Lorenzo: "Sit, Jessica.