Mara put the question again, in the same soft, inviting tone.
Still there was no sign of hearing.

She spoke the words a third time.
Then the seeming corpse opened its mouth and answered, its words appearing to frame themselves of something else than sound .-- I cannot shape the thing further: sounds they were not, yet they were words to me.
"I will not," she said.

"I will be myself and not another!" "Alas, you are another now, not yourself! Will you not be your real self ?" "I will be what I mean myself now." "If you were restored, would you not make what amends you could for the misery you have caused ?" "I would do after my nature." "You do not know it: your nature is good, and you do evil!" "I will do as my Self pleases--as my Self desires." "You will do as the Shadow, overshadowing your Self inclines you ?" "I will do what I will to do." "You have killed your daughter, Lilith!" "I have killed thousands.

She is my own!" "She was never yours as you are another's." "I am not another's; I am my own, and my daughter is mine." "Then, alas, your hour is come!" "I care not.

I am what I am; no one can take from me myself!" "You are not the Self you imagine." "So long as I feel myself what it pleases me to think myself, I care not.