is true, or whether or not she believes it, or whether or not I can understand it—since she is saying it. Is she not an exquisite person telling me these things in her exquisite voice?
She carries all before her in the world.
For she and I make up a small world.
If she be not brilliant in her talking, then that is because that set of sentences would be ruined by brilliancy.
If she be not profound in her discoursing, then that is because her fancy at the time dwells in the light fantastic and would be ruined by profoundness.
If she be not logical, that is because she is exquisite, which is quite beyond logic.
Nevertheless, when she says what is simple and plain and stupid the look of her face is more than all the look of one saying brilliant things.
And when she touches lightly upon
