I gave not a thought to the things of the surface of this globe into which I had dived; its cities and its sunny plains, Hamburg and the Königstrasse, even poor Gräuben, who must have given us up for lost, all were for the time dismissed from the pages of my memory.
Er bestond voor mij niets meer op de oppervlakte van den bol, in welks binnenste ik begraven was, steden, noch velden, noch Hamburg, noch Koningstraat, noch mijne arme Graeuben, die mij voor altoos verloren moest wanen in de ingewanden der aarde....