“Whenthedreamcameagain，nearlyfourdayslater，itwasverydifferent。Ithinkitcertainthatfourdayshadalsoelapsedinthedream。Manythingshadhappenedinthenorth，andtheshadowofthemwasbackagainbetweenus，andthistimeitwasnotsoeasilydispelled。Ibegan，Iknow，withmoodymusings。Why，inspiteofall，shouldIgoback，gobackforalltherestofmydaystotoilandstress，insultsandperpetualdissatisfaction，simplytosavehundredsofmillionsofcommonpeople，whomIdidnotlove，whomtoooftenIcoulddonootherthandespise，fromthestressandanguishofwarandinfinitemisrule？AndafterallImightfail。
THEYallsoughttheirownnarrowends，andwhyshouldnotI——whyshouldnotIalsoliveasaman？Andoutofsuchthoughtshervoicesummonedme，andIliftedmyeyes。
“Ifoundmyselfawakeandwalking。WehadcomeoutabovethePleasureCity，wewerenearthesummitofMonteSolaroandlookingtowardsthebay。Itwasthelateafternoonandveryclear。FarawaytotheleftIschiahunginagoldenhazebetweensea。andsky，andNapleswascoldlywhiteagainstthehills，andbeforeuswasVesuviuswithatallandslenderstreamerfeatheringatlasttowardsthesouth，andtheruinsofTorredell’AnnunziataandCastellamareglitteringandnear。“
Iinterruptedsuddenly:“YouhavebeentoCapri，ofcourse？“
“Onlyinthisdream，“hesaid，“onlyinthisdream。AllacrossthebaybeyondSorrentowerethefloatingpalacesofthePleasureCitymooredandchained。Andnorthwardwerethebroadfloatingstagesthatreceivedtheaeroplanes。Aeroplanesfelloutoftheskyeveryafternoon，eachbringingitsthousandsofpleasure-seekersfromtheuttermostpartsoftheearthtoCaprianditsdelights。Allthesethings，Isay，stretchedbelow。