In the presence of the irresistible the conventional is a crazy structure swept away with very little creaking of its timbers on the flood.

When we feel its power we are immediately primitive creatures, flying anywhere in space, indifferent to nakedness.

And after trimming ourselves for it, the sage asks your permission to add, it will be the thing we are most certain some day to feel.

Had not she trimmed herself ?--so much that she had won fame for an originality mistaken by her for the independent mind, and perilously, for courage.

She had trimmed herself and Alvan too--herself to meet it, and Alvan to be it.