He stretched himself. He rose. He stood upright in complete nakedness before us, and while the trumpets pealed Truth! Truth! Truth! we have no choice left but confess – he was a woman.

“The most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigat…”

“Yet it is true that there was an absent mindedness about her which sometimes ma…”

“With stars in her eyes and veils in her hair, with cyclamen and wild violets—wh…”

“But what might be written in the book which had rounded its edges off in his po…”