"That sort of walking, in those shivering forests, in a light changing from blue in the morning to orange in the evening, with nothing lively or trenchant to be seen, doesn’t sooth sadness. It doesn’t constitute its bracing remedy, its energy resource. It doesn’t erase sadness, it transforms it. This is an alchemy that children know and practice: you walk as if you were letting yourself float in water, to dilute the sorrow and to drown yourself in it. Let your sadness sail away in the free air; let yourself go. A dreamy walking, in which Nerval rediscovered the solitary stroller. Like Nietzsche (who always made you climb), at the pinnacle not of his destiny, but of his childish dreams."