They make signs to one another as if asking for help; but then their hands become entangled in more and more signs which form even more questions and demands; the questions grow so numerous that they begin to bump against one another, pushing each other aside. Some of them come toward you; others go off with their backs turned, trying to escape from this crowding of signs and hands and eyes. The mirrors are filled with images: some smile at you, some leave in disgust or fright; but there is no way of telling which is which, because they all look the same; it would take a long time to discover the one you seek.