“Suddenly I saw in front of me the Statue of the Faun, the Statue that I love above all others...I climbed up on to his Plinth and flung Myself into his Arms, wrapping my arm around his Neck, intertwining my fingers with his Fingers. Safe in his embrace, I wept for my lost Sanity. Great, heaving sobs rose up, almost painfully, from my chest.

/Hush!/ he told me. /Be comforted!/

(108-109)”