She is one of my heroines in this life--she does not offer herself to the cheap journalist like a milliner's mannequin or a film face.

She will not give herself away--neither will I!" "But you might benefit the human race"-- said Rivardi--"Would not that thought weigh with you ?" "Not in the least!"-- and she smiled--"The human race in its present condition is 'an unweeded garden, things rank and gross in nature possess it merely,' and it wants clearing.

I have no wish to benefit it.

It has always murdered its benefactors.

It deludes itself with the idea that the universe is for IT alone,--it ignores the fact that there are many other sharers in its privileges and surroundings--presences and personalities as real as itself.