The Voice Of The Sea Speaks To

Have You Ever Heard The Earth Breath?

I'm Tired," She Uttered Complainingly. "i Know You Are." "you Don't Know Anything About It. Why Should You Know? I Never Was So Exhausted In My Life. But It Isn't Unpleasant. A Thousand Emotions Have Swept Through Me To-night. I Don't Comprehend Half On Them. Don't Mind What I'm Saying; I Am Just Thinking Aloud.

In Short, Mrs. Pontellier Was Beginning To Realize Her Position In The Universe As A Human Being, And To Recongize Her Relations As An Individual To The World Within And About Her. This May Seem Like A Ponderous Weight Of Wisdom To Descend Upon The Soul Of A Young Woman Of Twenty-eight - Perhaps More Wisdom Than The Holy Ghost Is Usually Pleased To Vouchsafe To Any Woman.

The Mother-women Seemed To Prevail That Summer At Grand Isle. It Was Easy To Know Them, Fluttering About With Extended, Protecting Wings When Any Harm, Real Or Imaginary, Threatened Their Precious Brood. They Were Women Who Idolized Their Children, Worshiped Their Husbands, And Esteemed It A Holy Privilege To Efface Themselves As Individuals And Grow Wings As Ministering Angels.

Perhaps It Is Better To Wake Up After All, Even To Suffer, Rather Than To Remain A Dupe To Illusions All One's Life.