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YOUNG AURORA<br />
Whoever says to a loyal woman, <strong>Love</strong> <strong>and</strong> work with me, will get fair answers if the work<br />
<strong>and</strong> love are good for her, the best that she was born for. Women in a softer mood may<br />
sometimes only hear the first word, love, <strong>and</strong> catch up with it any kind of work, just so<br />
dear love go with it. I do not blame such women.<br />
AURORA<br />
Earth's fanatics often make heaven's saints.<br />
YOUNG AURORA<br />
But me, your work is not the best for. Nor your love the best. Ah, you force me, sir, to be<br />
overbold in speaking of myself. I too have a vocation - work to do - the heavens <strong>and</strong> earth<br />
have set me. And, even if the world were twice as wretched as you represent, my work is<br />
as important as any economist's. Unless artists keep open the road between the seen <strong>and</strong><br />
the unseen, bursting through the best conventions with the best God bids us speak, to<br />
prove what lies beyond both speech <strong>and</strong> imagination. We'll not barter, sir, the beautiful<br />
for barley. It takes a soul to move a body. It takes a high-souled man to move the masses,<br />
even to a cleaner sty. It takes the ideal to blow an inch inside the dust of the actual <strong>and</strong><br />
your revolutionaries fail because not poets enough to underst<strong>and</strong> that life develops from<br />
within. Perhaps I am worthy, as you say. Perhaps a woman's soul aspires <strong>and</strong> not creates.<br />
Yet we aspire. And if I fail, well, burn me up with everything else that is false. I'll not ask<br />
for grace. I who love my art would not wish it lower to suit my stature. You grant that I<br />
may love my art. Wasting true love on anything is womanly, past question.<br />
Romney exits.<br />
AURORA<br />
I retain every word that was said that day.<br />
YOUNG AURORA<br />
His eyes were fiery points, fixed in my mind, forever after.<br />
AURORA<br />
And yet I know I did not love him, nor he me.<br />
YOUNG AURORA<br />
And what I said is unrepented, as truth is always.<br />
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