—And now look at me! I crouch and whine—there is an endless moan in my soul. Can you break aman’s spirit so that he never rises again? So that all his attempts to be what he was mock at him? So that he nevertriesany more? Look at those poor wretches you pass on the street—those peasants from Europe, from Russia! See the restless, shifting eyes,the cringing gait—thatis what it is to be tamed!
Hateful tyrant of the commonplace—so you will lay your cold hand over me and crush out all the fire from my heart. All this that was to build new empires—new hopes, new virtues, new power; all thatI was, and all that I sought to be! Ah, but you will not crush me—understand it well, you may beat me and kick me, you may starve me to death, but you will never overcome me, you will never tame me into one
