But you are afraid, you are afraid.

You want to live.

The life that is in you cries out that it must live, no matter what the cost; so you live ignominiously, untrue to the best you dream of, sinning against your whole pitiful little code, and, if there were a hell, heading your soul straight for it.

Bah! I play the braver part.

I do no sin, for I am true to the promptings of the life that is in me.