"The fifth door is the door of the fruit house. Bunches of grapes hang from strings in front of a sunny bay; each grape meditates and ripens, secretly ruminating light; it elaborates a perfumed sugar. Pears! Piles of fruit! Apples!
...the fruit clothes itself with flower; and all urge towards life is enveloped with enjoyment."
AndréGide: Fruits of The Earth
trans. Dorothy Bussy, Secker 1949