Is it so, to live one's life amongst others? Amongst people, not birds of a feather... I have not done so for the longest time, my writer - it is a wholly new experience to me. A whole new world. One I have desired, as only a woman can desire. One for which I have longed, as only a maiden can long. What am I now - when I have known Rothbart and been a swan, when I have known Siegfried and been a maiden, when I have known Odile and been a woman? Which one, my writer?
At this point, which one must it be said that am I?
At this point, which one must it be said that am I?