We will be saturated in the yellow light of the sun and the gold light of Love.
The man-devil will say to me: "Look, you little creature, at this beautiful picture of Joy and Happiness. It is the picture of your life as it will be while I am with you—and I am with you for days."
Ah, yes, I will take a last, long farewell of this Mary MacLane. Not one faint shadow of her weary wretched Nothingness will remain.
There will be instead a brilliant, buoyant, joyous creature—transformed, adorned, garlanded by the love of the Devil.
My mind will be a treasure-house of art, swept and garnished and strong and at its best.
My barren, hungry heart will come at last to its own. The red flames of the man-devil's love will burn out forever its pitiable, distorted, wooden quality, and he will take it and cherish it—and give me his.
