Leon Laleau: "Cannibal. The wild wish, in certain hours, to mix blood and wounds with twitching gestures of love, and perceiving in the frenzy of bites, the everlasting taste of kisses, the lovers moaning, the sighs, the torture. Ah, this unstilled desire of my ancestors, the cannibals."

D'Annunzio: "I was given a small box of ointment to treat frostbites today. It belonged to Captain Pagliano. A wonderful warrior: handsome, decisive, clever. He had used it. The imprint of his finger-tip can still be seen in it. I will use it tonight. What will make us happy when we stop killing and destroying."

Male guide: "The full meaning of it will reveal itself in the presence of a woman only.The twentieth century seems so distant when she passes by The Prisoner, cigarette alight, blurred in the same magic: magic of the past."