"But there was something more precious than his poems; something far away he didn't yet possess and longed for--manliness; he knew that it could only be attained by action and courage; and if courage meant courage to be rejected, rejected by everything, by the beloved woman, by the painter, and even by his own poems--so be it: he wanted to have that courage. And so he said: "Yes, I know that the revolution has no need for my poems. I regret that, because I like them. But unfortunately my regret is no argument against their useless-ness.