I want to fulfill myself in one of the rarest of destinies. I have only a dim notion of what it ?will be. I want it to have not a graceful curve slightly bent toward evening but a hitherto unseen beauty ?lovely because of the danger which works away at it overwhelms it undermines it. Oh let me be only utter? beauty I shall go quickly or slowly but I shall dare what must be dared. I shall destroy appearances the ?casings will burn away and one evening I shall appear there in the palm of your hand quiet and pure like a? glass statuette. You will see me. Round about me there will be nothing left.