The whole world had become almost like living person, and it felt as if that person were Sophie herself. The world is me, she thought. The great big universe that she had often felt to be unfathomable and terrifying - was her own ‘I’. Now, too, the universe was enormous and majestic, but now it was herself who was so big. The extraordinary feeling was fleeting, but Sophie was sure she would never forget it. It felt as if something inside her had burst though her forehead and become merged with everything else, the way a drop of colour can tint a whole jug of water.
‘Hellenism’
