noon
Expecting the visit of a lady Salamander , what silliness ! Is it possible that Salamanders exist ? But what is known about it , and `` Why not ? '' Since noon the air was heavy , now it became stifling . Rendered torpid by long days of quietness and seclusion , I felt a weight on my forehead and eyes . The approach of a thunderstorm lay heavy on me . I let my arms hang down , and , with head thrown back , and eyes closed , I glided into a doze full of golden Egyptians and lustful shadows .