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

At This Point I Meet Me Face To Face. I Am Mary Maclane: Of No Importance To The Wide Bright World And Dearly And Damnably Important To Me.

I Consider Calmly The Question Of How Much Evil I Should Need To Kill Off My Finer Feelings.

I Do Not See Any Beauty In Self-restraint.

Well, If I Am Not Vulgar, Neither Is My Book. I Wrote Myself. Suggestiveness Is Always Vulgar. But Truth Never. My Book Is Not Even Remotely Suggestive. I Call Things By Their Names. That Is All.