No fairy being ought to understand.
I see that almost every thing I saw
Is utterly improper to be seen.
Don’t ask for details—I’ve returned to you
With outraged senses and with shattered nerves,
I burn with blushes of indignant shame.
Read my experiences in my face,
My tongue shall wither ere it tell the tale.
It is a very, very wicked world!
Dar. But surely man can summon death at will;