That strange feeling we had in the war. Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was holding us together.
Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.
Whether they give or refuse it delights women just the same to have been...
Many women long for what eludes them and like not what is offered them.
Suppressed grief suffocates it rages within the breast and is forced to...
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
Just get out. Just leave.
It was honestly, it was torture.
