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Of Course She Had Some Pathetic Illusions About Herself Or She Would Not Be Able To Go On Living.

Not That She Objected To Solitude. Quite The Contrary. She Had Books, Thank Heaven, Quantities Of Books. All Sorts Of Books.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

When You Are A Child You Are Yourself And You Know And See Everything Prophetically. And Then Suddenly Something Happens And You Stop Being Yourself; You Become What Others Force You To Be. You Lose Your Wisdom And Your Soul.

Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's More Often A Succession Of Jerks.