“...if you should recognize Eurydice's voice with its distant echo of the silent music of the elements, tell me, give me news of her, you extraterrestrials, temporary visitors, so that I can resume my plans to bring Eurydice to the centre of the terrestrial life, to restore the realm of the gods of within, of the gods who inhabit the dense compactness of things, now that the gods of without, the gods of Olympian heights and the rarefied air, have given you all they could give, and clearly it isn't enough.”