to those
who run
the
gauntlet,
or by
keeping my
thoughts
on high
things,
like
Orpheus,
who,
“loudly
singing
the
praises of
the gods
to his
lyre,
drowned
the voices
of the
Sirens,
and kept
out of
danger.”
Sometimes
I bolted
suddenly,
and nobody
could tell
my
whereabouts,
for I did
not stand
much about
gracefulness,
and never
hesitated
at a gap
in a
fence. I
was even
accustomed
to make an
irruption
into some
houses,
where I
was well
