Only you won't be conscious of what ACTUALLY is: you want the lie that will match the rest of your furniture.' Hermione set hard and poisonous against this attack.

Ursula stood covered with wonder and shame.

It frightened her, to see how they hated each other.
'It's all that Lady of Shalott business,' he said, in his strong abstract voice.

He seemed to be charging her before the unseeing air.
'You've got that mirror, your own fixed will, your immortal understanding, your own tight conscious world, and there is nothing beyond it.

There, in the mirror, you must have everything.