On the day thou break it through this my name, my master, I shall be free and leave this phantasy of my own creation and take my place in thee.
By scribbling my name over thy writings I cover thy works. I know not how further such a horror could be carried.
This pride of name plucks feathers from others to decorate its own self and to drown all other music it beats its own drum. Oh, let it be utterly defeated in me and let the day come when only thy name will play in my tongue and I shall be accepted by all by my nameless recognition.