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Yesterday, from the Archduke Ludwig Salvator belvedere, I once again watched the sun sink into the sea. A friend mentioned the green ray, and it pained me, the anticipation that the children present would look expectantly for it as eagerly as I had longed for it over my absurd suburban horizon. Now it would be worse, now the conditions were set and there would be no green ray, and parents would try to justify the fiasco in any way they could to comfort their little ones; life – so they call it – would set another milestone on their path to conformism. A last, just a fragile orange segment of the sun remained. We watched it disappear behind the perfect edge of the sea, shrouded by the halo that would last for a few minutes more. And then the green ray flashed, not a ray but a flare, an instantaneous spark at a point of alchemical fusion, of a Heraclitean solution of elements. It was an intensely green spark, it was the green ray even if it wasn’t a ray, it was the green ray, it was Jules Verne whispering in my ear, Did you see it at last, you big fool?