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'Ah, the trident that is a woman's heart. What else of all creation could in a single breath resent you for everything you are, everything you are not, and everything to which you aspire'
I was accepted into the course of my 7th preference, and I am left with the feeling of one who has leapt for the riverbank and landed merely on a stepping-stone. 'Tis cause for neither sorrow nor celebration, and the heart lies fallow and numb.
Cursed be social obligation! Warmth I find now only in solitude, but old friends beg for companionship, and what would I be to turn them away? I must shamelessly offer that I prefer to be alone. If this cannot be arranged I should like to think at least that I need not listen to others' prattle of their daily affairs and trivialties for which I care not.
What drives a person to wish to elucidate for others the details of their week? What causes one to inspect but the bricks of a fine structure? That the years should go ignored whilst the days cannot pass without such scrutiny - I cannot comprehend.
I was accepted into the course of my 7th preference, and I am left with the feeling of one who has leapt for the riverbank and landed merely on a stepping-stone. 'Tis cause for neither sorrow nor celebration, and the heart lies fallow and numb.
Cursed be social obligation! Warmth I find now only in solitude, but old friends beg for companionship, and what would I be to turn them away? I must shamelessly offer that I prefer to be alone. If this cannot be arranged I should like to think at least that I need not listen to others' prattle of their daily affairs and trivialties for which I care not.
What drives a person to wish to elucidate for others the details of their week? What causes one to inspect but the bricks of a fine structure? That the years should go ignored whilst the days cannot pass without such scrutiny - I cannot comprehend.