… she was Beauty Tenfold only. Nevertheless he still loved her. Would she open the door of her house to let him in, he asked.
No, she said. My house is too small. I want to be in it by myself for yet a while. Come again, next year.
Next year came and she was Beauty No More. She waited and waited, but the young man did not come…
This is a shortened free version of a story by Anna Lachman.
The young man came three times to ask her and then no more. Doesn’t Life come so often to ask us to come out of our little houses, to dance and to play with it… and we say no? We do not receive it. We, girls? No. We humans.
Freedom of thought and action is a prospect of its achievement.
First of all, it is a calling…