It seemed to me that an invisible witness was watching my soul. I felt
the same uneasiness that is caused at times by a fixed and magnetic
look. I thought: "Am I afraid? Of what? Of accomplishing the act, or
of being discovered?"
I was frightened by the great trees, by the immensity of the sky, at the
reflections of the Assoro, at all the confused voices of the fields.
The Angelus sounded. I re-entered, or, rather, I rushed in, as if some
one were at my heels.