But there rose in her eyes that look I knew so well, that remote clear look as if she had gone far away even though I held her beautiful body so close, and was now on some snowy mountain regarding me from a distance.
"I feel it quite clearly," she said to me.

"It gives me a deep sympathy with what you feel, no doubt more strongly still.

But what I feel, even what you feel, dearest, does not convince me that it is right.

Until I am sure of that, of course I cannot do as you wish." Ellador, at times like this, always reminded me of Epictetus.

"I will put you in prison!" said his master.