Once again, the very concept of time appeared, to him, to be a bizarre distortion of reality. He recalled having once read somewhere words, he now vaguely recalled, translated from an Egyptian papyrus, to the effect that Time enters into Eternity in virtue of its cyclic recurrence.
Here time seemed to be whimsically capricious. He was indeed in the Timeless Place.
How absolutely fantastic!
Spontaneously, he broke into an improvised joyous song: “Timeless time forever in your sway. Timeless time; forever I shall stay.”
Tannhäuser entered a circular bedchamber with tall Gothic windows adorned with stained glass, a magnificent coffered ceiling dome, and priceless period furniture, which, like everything else, was in impeccable taste.