That's because I've learned how to use it [smile], Woserit said. I don't pass it out like an old woman giving free milk to the village cats. It's something that must be controlled, and for you especially. You use it on anyone. You must learn to be more judicious.

But that's how the heart is. Stubborn and foolish.

These will be my last moments of peace. . . . From now on, my love. . . will bring nothing but chaos.

I'm not staring. I'm observing. . . . And what do you observe? . . . A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right, even when it was unpopular.

My love is unique an none can rival her. Just by passing, she has already stolen away my heart.

Her beauty might fascinate men, but it was difficult to charm them when she stood mute. . . .

I'd always thought I would feel like an animal released from its cage when my student days were finished, I felt more like a bird that had been pushed from its nest and told it must fly.