She also would like to be a man, and she hates men; she does not accept herself in her generality; she wants to 'distinguish herself'; because the great stream of life does not pass through her, she can be like a sorceress or a priestess, but never a bacchante; she is moved by things only when she has re created them in her soul, giving them a religious value: this fervor itself separates her from life; she is poetic, mystical, maladapted. '