The glass bees, p.15
The Glass Bees, page 15
We went out for dinner; it was one of the days one never forgets. Quite soon the happenings in Zapparoni’s garden began to fade in my memory. There is much that is illusory in techniques. But I never forgot Teresa’s words, and her smile when she spoke. Now she was happy about me. This smile was more powerful than all the automatons—it was a ray of reality.
Ernst Jünger, The Glass Bees
