has not done May justice; nor has it done her justice from another side either — as a woman of letters with an independent personality of her own, which long set her apart from the rest of her Eastern sisters. It placed her in a passive position which she had no hand in amending, and no means of repelling or defending herself against, out of care for her literary standing and to guard a dignity that remained, all her life, honored and revered.
It becomes clear to whoever examines closely the stages of May's life, by the light of modern psychological science, that the darkening factors which affected her, and which had a far-reaching echo in the shaping of her life, were four principal ones, together with incidental others that ought to have passed her by lightly — as they pass by every other human being, scarcely heeded and without effect — had they not come in rapid, crowding succession.
As for the principal ones, the first was the outbreak of the Great War, with the calamities and woes it dragged upon the world, the systems and theories it overturned, and the thoughts and opinions it struck at — a stab to the very heart of humanity's soundness and goodness. And May, the great humanitarian, was still in the dawn of her youth, with no experience of fate's misfortunes or man's savagery, greeting life in celebration, laughing to it — when her soul began slowly to shrink and to sense evil in life and in people. This showed itself after a lecture Ahmad Lutfi al-Sayyid delivered at the Higher Schools Club on Abu al-Ala: she was soon thinking of Abu al-Ala with all her thought, then speaking of him with a passion — and what a passion! — then debating his pessimism and his seclusion, then commenting on what was being written about him; and in all of this she was his partisan, an admirer of his philosophy. This was the second of the darkening factors that passed through May's life — or through which she passed — without any intent or design of her own.
As for the third factor, it was her love for Gibran — that enchanting, spiritual love which lived with her for the rest of her days after she had watered it with her blood and
with all the warmth in her blood. She paid no heed to the scattering of its blossoms, nor did her hands ever permit themselves to pluck it, for it held the station of sanctity in
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