I have gone to the forest.
When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate.
No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.
For I mean to roam and think and make great irons red-hot.
It is as well perhaps that this is not the first time I have been swept off my feet. In the days of my blessed youth there were such occasions; in what young person's life do they not occur?
