The World Is Like A Little Marsh

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.

I Am Not Good. I Am Not Virtuous. I Am Not Sympathetic. I Am Not Generous. I Am Merely And Above All A Creature Of Intense Passionate Feeling. I Feel—everything. It Is My Genius. It Burns Me Like Fire.

I Would Rather Be A Fairly Happy Wife And Mother.

I Want To Live Quietly.

I Write Every Day. Writing Is A Necessity - Like Eating.