"I wouldn't have known what to call her--or indeed, have thought of her as a 'her', or even as a distinct part of me. But that this was an aspect of my nature--of all men's natures--well, yes. I believe, though I'm not certain, that it's the soul, or part of it. Plato's high-spirited part of the soul, if my guess is right."

"Hold still," he adds, pulling the lever of the machine attached to the strap around Bahorel's arm.