"Then, in a voice almost extinct, accepting failure and not asking anything, I spoke of Jacques Dorme. I managed to say his life in a few short sentences, naked. I was in a state of depression just as I heard what I said. It is in this state only that I was able to express the painful truth of this life. Airman came from a far country meets a woman from the same country and during a few days in a city there will soon be in ruins, they love each other and then he left at the end of the earth to conduct the planes for the front, and died in crashing on a slope of ice, under the pale sky of the Arctic Circle. I said otherwise. Not better, but more briefly, closer to the essence of their love. "