Monsieur, you have there the greatest comedy of life! How anxious are
the tame birds to do the wild birds good. [His voice changes.] For the
wild birds it is not funny. There is in some human souls, Monsieur, what
cannot be made tame.
If she is dead! What fortune!
I am not good for her--it is not good for simple souls to be with those
who see things clear. For the great part of mankind, to see anything--is
fatal.
To be so near to death has done me good; I shall not lack courage any
more till the wind blows on my grave.
We wild ones--we know a thousand times more of life than ever will those
sirs. They waste their time trying to make rooks white. Be kind to us
if you will, or let us alone like Mees Ann, but do not try to change our
skins.