In the first place, have I any option in the matter, or is love a hurricane that carries one hither and thither as a bottle is tossed in a chopping sea?
I reply that it all depends on myself.

Rosalind would say no; that we are without control over love.
But Rosalind was a woman.

It is probably true that a woman cannot conquer love.

Man, being her ideal in the abstract, is irresistible to her in the concrete.

But man, being an intellectual creature, can make a magnificent effort and cast love out.