The vision and the noises unrelated to ordinary reality!

 ...as if she were a sponge capable of retaining an enormous mystical antiquity --- idyllic, diaphanous, untouchable like a Renaissance Madonna, all light, pure, seductive, with her locks and eyes caramelized like honey on fire.

She sought escape in evil laughter after which all the darkness reemerged pacified, as if all the animals of the night had taken advantage of the histrionic roar of laughter to flee without bleeding. I, on the other hand, possessed the quick and precise sharpness of the extra-lucid, I helped people to seriously judge their affairs, but I had to bear the discredit that their scruples breathed into the etcetera of my occult knowledge, when all the inexperiences of the assessable reemerged with rage in the uncertain darkness in which the trembling transparency of the world seemed to waver.

There was now a hostile but strangely pacified space in it, where struggle had been replaced by shrewd calculation and circumstances. The proof was my mathematical inexpressiveness, a remainder of an equation lingering forever in my head. The vision and the noises unrelated to ordinary reality. The mysterious: so much did my face become engulfed in flames, so much did a smoky acre.