O imitators, you slavish herd!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't want to follow the herd.
I love my kids as individuals, not as a herd, and I do have a herd of children: I have seven kids.
I'm a schizophrenic mix of wannabe glamourpuss and absolute slob, and my style is very much magistrate-meets-barmaid.
As much as I converse with sages and heroes, they have very little of my love and admiration. I long for rural and domestic scene, for the warbling of birds and the prattling of my children.
You, too, women, cast away all the cowards from your embraces; they will give you only cowards for children, and you who are the daughters of the land of beauty must bear children who are noble and brave.
I want to show that the underdog can win. I believe we're all the same: you, a slum girl, my mother.
All this is only for the mice and myself to admire!
Even a pacifist should admire the military virtues.
We have within us, from the start, that which will distinguish us from the vulgar herd.
I savour the adulation and love I have been getting from my fans and the blessings of elders in my family.