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I Shall Be Glad When You Have Strangled The Invincible Respectability That Dogs Your Steps.

You Have To Have Something Vicious In You To Be A Creative Writersomething Old-adamish, Incompatible To The "ordinary World.

It Was Not The Passion That Was New To Her, It Was The Yearning Adoration. She Knew She Had Always Feared It, For It Left Her Helpless; She Feared It Still, Lest If Se Adored Him Too Much, Then She Would Lose Herself, Become Effaced, And She Did Not Want To Be Effaced, A Slave, Like A Savage Woman. She Must Not Become A Slave. She Feared Her Adoration, Yet She Would Not At Once Fight Against It.

We've Got To Live, No Matter How Many Skies Have Fallen.

Men And Women Should Stay Apart, Till Their Hearts Grow Gentle Towards One Another Again.