Had the pearly bowl, the halcyon sea, the flute-tone of the god

“Had this not always been the form of his life, had he ever lived otherwise? had the pearly bowl, had the halcyon sea, had the song of the mountains and that which sang painfully in his own breast, had the flute-tone of the god ever meant anything else to him than a circumstance which, like a receptacle of the spheres, was soon to draw him into itself, to bear him into immensity?”

Hermann Broch, The Death of Virgil

Acho que nos vamos entender, Virgílio - Broch.