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Later, She Would Remember These Years, And Realize With Astonishment That She Had, By Fifteen, Decided On Most Of The Assumptions She Would Carry For The Rest Of Her Life: That People Were Essentially Not Evil, That Perfection Was Death, That Life Was Better Than Order And A Little Chaos Good For The Soul. Most Important, This Life Was All. Unfortunately, She Forgot These Things, And Had To Remember Them The Hard Way.

I'd Discovered You Never Know Yourself Until You're Tested And That You Don't Even Know You're Being Tested Until Afterwards, And That In Fact There Isn't Anyone Giving The Test Except Yourself.

My Feelings About Men Are The Result Of My Experience. I Have Little Sympathy For Them. Like A Jew Just Released From Dachau, I Watch The Handsome Young Nazi Soldier Fall Writhing To The Ground With A Bullet In His Stomach And I Look Briefly And Walk On. I Don’t Even Need To Shrug. I Simply Don’t Care. What He Was, As A Person, I Mean, What His Shames And Yearnings Were, Simply Don’t Matter.

The Same Men Who Are Blind And Deaf To Feminism Are Acutely Sensitive To What Threatens Their Dominance And Privilege.

All Patriarchists Exalt The Home And Family As Sacred, Demanding It Remain Inviolate From Prying Eyes. Men Want Privacy For Their Violations Of Women... All Women Learn In Childhood That Women As A Sex Are Men's Prey.