Engulfed in flames immediately after the accident, he had no time to see anything but the river, which had appeared right there in front of him, offering to save him. Would the others have been saved too? He then remembered with nostalgia the treasure he had lost, perhaps forever... The real conquest is in the brain and not in the look, which is a mere instrument for gathering shades and enchantments that the mind processes at its pleasure. From then on, he was able to rejoice in the treasure he possessed, even though he could not enjoy it.