From Isolde’s own lips came the death sentence: ‘Chosen by me, and by me destroyed.’
Passion aroused in her a murderous desire, awoke out of the depths of her being an instinctive antagonism to life, a longing to destroy, to annihilate. Enraged, she sought within herself or around her for some tremendous power that would strike and kill and leave no trace behind. Her hatred grew ruthless…