Nature Is What You Don't Have To

Daisy Was A Consciously Happy Young Woman Without Any Of The Usual Endowments That Make For Conscious Happiness, Money Apart. She Was Not Pretty, She Was Not Clever, She Had No Friends, No Talents, Nor Even An Imagination To Make Her Think She Was Happy When She Was Really Miserable. As She Was Never Miserable, She Had No Need Of An Imagination.

Every Thought Sounds Like A Footfall, Till A Thought Like A Boot Kicks Down The Wall.

What Second Love Could She [olympias] Make Out Of Her Ruined First Love? The Second Love That Most Women Make Out Of Their First Love For Husbands Grows From A Mutual And Tacit Sadness In Both Husband And Wife That He Is Only In Rare Moments The Man Both Would Like Him To Be.

Euripides Seems To Have Felt That The Dignified Perfection Of Sophocles Could Be Challenged Only By Novelty And Irresponsibility. The Religious Conditions Of The Dionysian Festival Kept Him Within Certain Bounds. But Within The Imposed Limits Euripides Was As Profane As He Dared To Be, Making Melodrama Of The Divine Realities Which His Predecessors Accepted Religiously, Using The Stage Merely As A Convenience For Popularizing His Own Eccentric Values.

Every Woman Must Live By Some Sense Of Victory Over Disappointments, And Olympias Was Not The Sort Of Woman To Find Compensation In Her Own Powers Of Self-control And Endurance.