I was in the country on a farm where I did not recall having ever been before. As I walked around outside past the large white farmhouse and the barn, I felt extremely depressed about my life. I felt emotionally drained, as if my life had been lasciviously squandered, defiled by debauchery. The feeling was made worse by the wholesomeness of the people living on the farm.

During my walk I encountered at intervals two strong men and a woman. The woman (probably in her mid 20s) was quite beautiful. She had long frizzy black hair, and exuded a fresh pure air. Although her purity contrasted starkly with my soiled nature, I was uncertain she detected how rotten I was. She seemed kind and she almost seemed to like me, although I certainly could not expect someone as radiant as her to be attracted by such a low-life as myself. The second time I ran into her she tweaked my cheeks and brushed my long side burns toward my ears, showing me a certain compassionate affection. When she blithely glided away, I felt so low I lay down and covered myself with a cover.