“What kind of idea are you? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody-minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool notion that would rather break than sway with the breeze?...

“But I must gather knots of flowers and buds, and garlands gay; For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.” – Alfred Lord Tennyson, “The May Queen”...