I Think All Sorrows Can Be Borne

It Is Not A Bad Thing In A Tale That You Understand Only Half Of It.

I Belong To An Ancient, Idle, Wild And Useless Tribe, Perhaps I Am Even One Of The Last Members Of It, Who For Many Thousands Of Years, In All Countries And Parts Of The World, Has, Now And Again, Stayed For A Time Among The Hard-working Honest People In Real Life, And Sometimes Has Thus Been Fortunate Enough To Create Another Sort Of Reality For Them, Which In Some Way Or Another, Has Satisfied Them. I Am A Storyteller.

Some People Have An Unconquerable Love Of Riddles. They May Have The Chance Of Listening To Plain Sense, Or To Such Wisdom That Explains Life; But No, They Must Go And Work Their Brains Over A Riddle, Just Because They Do Not Understand What It Means.

There Is Hardly Any Other Sphere In Which Prejudice And Superstition Of The Most Horrific Kind Have Been Retained So Long As In That Of Women, And Just As It Must Have Been An Inexpressable Relief For Humanity When It Shook Off The Burden Of Religious Prejudice And Superstition, I Think It Will Be Truly Glorious When Women Become Real People And Have The Whole World Open Before Them.

I Do Not Know If You Remember The Tale Of The Girl Who Saves The Ship Under Mutiny By Sitting On The Powder Barrel With Her Lighted Torch... And All The Time Knowing That It Is Empty? This Has Seemed To Me A Charming Image Of The Women Of My Time. There They Were, Keeping The World In Order... By Sitting On The Mystery Of Life, And Knowing Themselves That There Was No Mystery.