The Journey Is Over. Love To All.

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

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.

Women, I Believe, Search For Fellow Beings Who Have Faced Similar Struggles, Conveyed Them In Ways A Reader Can Transform Into Her Own Life, Confirmed Desires The Reader Had Hardly Acknowledge-desires That Now Seem Possible. Women Catch Courage From The Women Whose Lives And Writings They Read, And Women Call The Bearer Of That Courage Friend. [p. 138]

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.

Only A Marriage With Partners Strong Enough To Risk Divorce Is Strong Enough To Avoid It.