Times Were So Hard It

I Have A Passionate Desire For Personal Privacy. I Want To Stand Before The World, For Good Or Bad, On The Book I Wrote, Not On What I Say In Letters To Friends, Not On My Husband And My Home Life, The Way I Dress, My Likes And Dislikes, Et Cetera. My Book Belongs To Anyone Who Has The Price, But Nothing Of Me Belongs To The Public.

Southerners Can Never Resist A Losing Cause.

Oh, Why Was He So Handsomely Blond, So Courteously Aloof, So Maddeningly Boring With His Talk About Europe And Books And Music And Poetry And Things That Interested Her Not At All - And Yet So Desirable?

It Was Not Often That She Was Alone Like This And She Did Not Like It. When She Was Alone She Had To Think And, These Days, Thoughts Were Not So Pleasant.

Supposed I Don't Want To Redeem Myself? Why Should I Fight To Uphold The System That Cast Me Out? I Shall Take Pleasure In Seeing It Smashed.