The only hope of philosophy was in her despair! ...............
She dashed away the tears, and proudly entered the lecture-hall, and ascended the tribune like a goddess, amid the shouts of her audience....
What did she care for them?
Would they do what she told them?
She was half through her lecture before she could recollect herself, and banish from her mind the thought of Raphael.

And at that point we will take the lecture up.

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'Truth?
Where is truth but in the soul itself?
Facts, objects, are but phantoms matter-woven--ghosts of this earthly night, at which the soul, sleeping here in the mire and clay of matter, shudders and names its own vague tremors sense and perception.

Yet, even as our nightly dreams stir in us the suspicion of mysterious and immaterial presences, unfettered by the bonds of time and space, so do these waking dreams which we call sight and sound.

They are divine messengers, whom Zeus, pitying his children, even when he pent them in this prison-house of flesh, appointed to arouse in them dim recollections of that real world of souls whence they came.