"When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate." — Knut Hamsun

I have gone to the forest.

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?