“...he just stood there, and then it was as if the light from her eyes surrounded him, like warmth, no, not like warmth! no, not like warmth, like light! yes, the light from her eyes surrounded him like light all around him! and in this light he was someone different from who he had been, he was not Lars from Hattarvåg any more, he was someone else, all his anxiety, all his fears, everything he lacked and that always filled him with anxiety, everything he longed for was as if fulfilled by the light from Helene Winckelmann’s eyes and he was calm, he was fulfilled, and he stood there...”