"Be well, be loved, be free and live
if not in safe corners of darkness hiding,
then in brightest bursts of flame go forth
with such passions
as would consume any remaining fear from thine heart
and be what ye will."
'It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's rather hard to understand!' (You see she didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) 'Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas— only I don't exactly know what they are! However, somebody killed something: that's clear, at any rate.'