"We broke down the doors. The master’s room was wide open. The master’s room was brilliantly lighted, and the master was there, quite calm…and we stopped…He was the master…I entered. ‘It is you,’ he said to me, quite calmly…It was I. It was indeed I, I told him, the good slave, the faithful slave, the slavish slave, and suddenly his eyes were two frightened cockroaches on a rainy day…I struck, the blood flowed: That is the only baptism that I remember today."