Myself am to myself, a mortal God, a self-contained Unwindowed monad, unindebted and unstained.’ John and the Guide were hurrying past, but Vertue hesitated. ‘Her means may be wrong,’ he said, ‘but there is something to be said for her idea of the End.’ ‘What idea?’ said the Guide. ‘Why—self-sufficiency, integrity. Not to commit herself, you know. All said and done, there is something foul about all these natural processes.’ ‘You had better be careful of your thoughts here,’ said the Guide. ‘Do not