What does really happen when the factor of withdraws from a human relationship? Is it a loss or a gain? Is the real landscape revealed at last, hitherto , but delusive, too, by the driving mist of fantasy? Is it a perverted vision which finds a glowing cloud more beautiful than the solid truth of a plot of earth? And vice versa, what really happens when the radiance, the glamour, begins to take shape, concentrating on a landscape or on a face?
Ida Friederike Görres