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When I Was Three Years Old I Was Taken With My Family To A Little Town In Western Minnesota, Where I Lived A More Or Less Vapid And Ordinary Life Until I Was Ten.

I Began To Be A Woman At Twelve, Or More Properly, A Genius.

I Was Born To Be Alone, And I Always Shall Be But Now I Want To Be.

But In My Life, In My Personality, There Is An Essence Of Falseness And Insincerity. A Thin, Fine Vapor Of Fraud Hangs Always Over Me And Dampens And Injures Some Things In Me That I Value.

I Do Not See Any Beauty In Self-restraint.