Evening light. Dreamer (A). His dreamt self (B). Dreamt hands R (right) and L (left). Last 7 bars of Schubert's Lied, ‘Nacht und Träume’.

I feel myself to be the most unhappy and wretched creature in the world. Imagine a man whose health will never be right again, and who in sheer despair over this ever makes things worse and worse, instead of better; imagine a man, I say, whose most brilliant hopes have perished, for whom the felicity of love and friendship have nothing to offer but at best pain, whose enthusiasm (at least of the stimulating kind) for all things beautiful threatens to forsake him, and I ask you, is he not a miserable, unhappy being? My peace is gone, my heart is sore, I shall find it never and nevermore [‘Meine Ruh’ ist hin, Mein Herz ist schwer, Ich finde sie nimmer und nimmermehr’], I may well sing every day now, for each night, on retiring to bed, I hope I may not wake again, and each morning but recalls yesterday's grief. Thus, joyless and friendless, I should pass my days, did not Schwind visit me now and again and turn on me a ray of those sweet days of the past.