I Don't Believe In God, But I

I Had Wanted Life Not To Bother Me Too Much, And Had Succeeded - And How Pitiful That Was.

And No, It Wasn't Shame I Now Felt, Or Guilt, But Something Rarer In My Life And Stronger Than Both: Remorse. A Feeling Which Is More Complicated, Curdled, And Primeval. Whose Chief Characteristic Is That Nothing Can Be Done About It: Too Much Time Has Passed, Too Much Damage Has Been Done, For Amends To Be Made.

I Have An Instinct For Survival, For Self-preservation.

The Land Of Embarrassment And Breakfast.

Women Were Brought Up To Believe That Men Were The Answer. They Weren't. They Weren't Even One Of The Questions.