Maturity ... Is Letting Things Happen.

Whether Deliberately, Unconsciously Or Accidentally, She Seems To Have Composed Her Own Life So That Its Fitful, Rudderless, And Self-doubting First Half Was Alchemized Into Gold When The Austere Bluestocking Became The Fallen Woman.

Professors Of Literature Collect Books The Way A Ship Collects Barnacles, Without Seeming Effort.

As Long As Women Are Isolated One From The Other, Not Allowed To Offer Other Women The Most Personal Accounts Of Their Lives, They Will Not Be Part Of Any Narratives Of Their Own…women Will Be Staving Off Destiny And Not Inviting Or Inventing Or Controlling It.

The Journey Is Over. Love To All.

Cynic' Is The Sentimentalist's Name For The Realist.