It is the truth; but out of that magic presence I cannot--I am as
powerless to believe as I am powerless to doubt.
God help me--it is the truth!
BOOK II.
THE BIRTH OF THE BUTTERFLY.
(_From the Autobiography of Helen Winship_.)
CHAPTER I
THE PSYCHOLOGICAL MOMENT
No. 2 Union Square, December 14.
I am the most beautiful woman in the world!
I feel like a daughter of the gods. Bewildered, amazed, at times
incredulous of my good fortune--but happy, happy, happy!
There is no joy in heaven or earth like the joy of being beautiful--
incomparably beautiful! It's such a never-ending surprise and delight that
I come out of my musings with a start, a dozen times a day, and shudder to
think: "What if it were only a dream!"
Happy? I have no faith in the old wives' fables that we are most miserable
when we get what we want. It isn't true that the weak and poor are to be
envied beyond the powerful. Ask the fortunate if they would change! I
wouldn't; not for the Klondike?
I'm so happy! I want to take into my confidence the whole world of women.
I want them to know how the gift was gained that they are some day to
share.
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