When I look back at those pictures of my mother performing - and listen to her recordings - it makes me sad to think that all of that joy she found in her work came to an end. I wish she hadn't had to make that sacrifice even if it was for the benefit of my father and siblings and me.
Women are degraded by the propensity to enjoy the present moment and at last despise the freedom which they have not sufficient virtue to struggle to attain.
