Laure

Myrte:
It's all so beautiful... and yet so strange. I feel a sense of - I don't know - some indefinable menace... A vague sense of fear... like a fear of death... A contraction deep inside my soul that makes me shiver.

Nicola:
It's the night air that makes you shiver.

Professor Gualtier Morgan:
It's *not* the night air... I too feel what Myrte feels... It's not the night air.

Laure:
You're scared by the moon!

Professor Gualtier Morgan:
Artemio my friend, I have always had the suspicion that you have never taken part in the Feast of the Birth of the New Sun!

Artemio:
I took pictures...!

Professor Gualtier Morgan:
They were fakes! You have made a fool of old man Olsen!

Laure:
How long does it take to lose your virginity?

Myrte:
Only a lifetime.