I Was Born To Be Alone, And

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

I Read Of The Kalamazoo Girl Who Killed Herself After Reading The Book. I Am Not At All Surprised. She Lived In Kalamazoo, For One Thing, And Then She Read The Book.

It Is With Pain That I Read Of The Dire Effects Of My Book Upon The Minds Of Young Girls.

Let Me But Make A Beginning, Let Me But Strike The World In A Vulnerable Spot, And I Can Take It By Storm.

However Great One's Gift Of Language May Be, There Is Always Something That One Cannot Tell.