The mutual link of our destinies is broken; we must be divided by seas - by land. The stars and the sun must not rise at the same period to us: he must not say, looking at the crescent of the setting moon, ‘Matilda now watches it fall.’ - No, all must be changed. Be it light with him when it is darkness with me! Let him feel the sun of summer while I am chilled by the snows of winter! Let there be the distance of the antipodes between us!