It was the soul of his entire race that had shuddered within him: an obscure memory of a first sudden awakening in the midst of beasts stronger, better - armed than he; a sad echo of the long struggle to tame the corn and to master the fire;
a rancorous dread of the maleficent forces of nature, a lust for knowledge and possession... A moment ago, in the sweetness of the first contact, he had instinctively longed to lose himself in the warm wind which enfolded him.