There was a girl. She passed from friendship to friendship, but never found a soul mate. She loved and it was unrequited. She aspired but was conspired against, in turn, by fate. She never wed, and never bore a child, and her dreams did not come true.

So is the course of the human life: she was carried through it with few lovers and fewer loves, yet with a never-wavering smile. Even as she died she was smiling still, because though her life was without conventional things, it was not without beauty.