[98] With Diotima’s conclusion here cf. her words in the _Symposium_: “When any one ascending from a correct system of Love, begins to contemplate this supreme beauty, he already touches the consummation of his labour. For such as discipline themselves upon this system, or are conducted by another beginning to ascend through these transitory objects which are beautiful, towards that which is beauty itself, proceeding as on steps from the love of one form to that of two, and from that of two, to that of all forms which are beautiful; and from beautiful forms to beautiful habits and institutions, and from institutions to beautiful doctrines; until, from the meditation of many doctrines, they arrive at that which is nothing else than the doctrine of the supreme beauty itself, in the knowledge and contemplation of which at length they repose.” (Shelley’s translation) Love, beauty, and self-knowledge are keywords not only in Plato but in Shelley’s thought and poetry, and he was much concerned with the problem of the presence of good and evil. Some of these themes are discussed by Woodville in _Mathilda_. The repetition may have been one reason why Mary discarded the framework. [99] Mathilda did have such a friend, but, as she admits, she profited little from his teachings. [100] In _F of F--B_ there is another, longer version (three and a half pages) of this incident, scored out, recounting the author’s return to the Elysian gardens, Diotima’s consolation of Mathilda, and her request for Mathilda’s story. After wandering through the alleys and woods adjacent to the gardens, the author came upon Diotima seated beside Mathilda. “It is true indeed she said our affections outlive our earthly forms and I can well sympathize in your disappointment that you do not find what you loved in the life now ended to welcome you here[.] But one day you will all meet how soon entirely depends upon yourself--It is by the acquirement of wisdom and the loss of the selfishness that is now attached to the sole feeling that possesses you that you will at last mingle in that universal world of which we all now make a divided part.” Diotima urges Mathilda to tell her story, and she, hoping that by doing so she will break the bonds that weigh heavily upon her, proceeds to “tell this history of strange woe.”