I have just read proof of the typescript of 30–32. Reading it without stopping is like discovering the pattern of a mosaic or, better yet, of a geological formation, multicolored, of many and surprising shapes. But what has this to do with Rachel and Dick? With what anybody has said or written? We are on an adventure story, into whose personae Rachel and Dick have been transformed, whose plot has absorbed their words. We have entered another world, and the least we must leave ‘Rachel’ and ‘Dick’ are their real names; the fictitious names I have given them made them candidates for transformation.