ARCHITECT: When you're happy, what's it like?
EMPEROR: I'll tell you later. Such impatience! Such impatience! Ah! Youth!
ARCHITECT: You know how I imagine it? I think that when you're happy, your're with someone who has a very fine skin and then you kiss her on the lips and everything is veiled in a rose-colored smoke and her body changes into a multitude of small mirrors and when you look at her you're reflected a million times, and you ride with her on zebras and on panthers around a lake and she keeps you attached by a cord and when you look at her it begins to rain dove's feathers which fall to the ground neighing like young colts, and then you enter a room and you walk with her hand in hand on the ceiling (he speaks hurriedly) and the heads become covered with snakes who caress you and the snakes become covered with sea urchins who tickle them, and the sea urchins become covered with golden scarabs full of gifts, and the golden scarabs…
EMPEROR: Enough!