He told me: The train was almost empty. In front of me sat a young girl wearing a little charming hat with feathers and silk roses and a patent leather bag, both ivory white.  In spite of these eccentric accessories, she was discreet, almost immobile, and her skin was perfect under the hat’s brim. I would have wanted to rest my forehead on her pubis, and kiss her hypnotically fragile collar bone. All of a sudden I saw that her shadow had the form of a ferocious dog-monster. I whistled against my will and the girl’s monstrous shadow stared me in the eyes, jumped from its place and attacked me. While I was fighting with it, without any hope of help (as I said, there was almost nobody in the train), the girl laughed at me with indecent and sharp mirth, and said: See what happens if you have dirty thoughts?