The Nest, the White Pagoda, the Suicide, a Forsaken Temple, Miss Jones and the Masterpiece

"[...]panorama; he was covering his eyes; he was shuddering; he was stumbling back to the nest, wounded to death, there to fold himself in darkness, in oblivion, in love.-How near we are to the animal, he thought, smiling, with trembling lips, as he saw the station slide outside the windows at last, saw the face of the station-master-he had never before known that the station-master was such a lovable person-he seemed so near the nest that he must be lovable-saw, beyond the flower-wreathed palings, the dog-cart waiting for him. But his deeper self rebuked[...]".