[...] The castle radiated white, the windowpanes sparkled violet in their bright frames, dabbed with pink from dusty lamps, everything mirrored in the smooth surface of the water. Clumps of trees stood by, shining reddish yellow with black shadows, casting long, dark patches on the lawn. For a while, the lake pushed lazily against the reedy shore [...]
[...] To be able to embrace all of this, not because it is good or beautiful, but because it’s there, because the cloud banks are white and fluffy, because we’re alive! Vigor! The vigor of youth! [...] Young, full of vigor, a few brilliant days in a row—that will never happen again! Spread the happiness! [...]
