The sun's champagne streamed from one body into another. And there was a couple on the green silk of the grass, covered by a raspberry umbrella. Only their feet and a little bit of lace could be seen. In the magnificent universe beneath the raspberry umbrella, with closed eyes, they drank in the sparkling madness.<br /><br />'Extra! Extra! Zeppelins over the North Sea at 3 o'clock.'<br /><br />But under the umbrella, in the raspberry universe, they were immortal. What did it matter that in another far-away universe people would be killing each other?