I Cannot Be Angry At

The Human Species Is Forever In A State Of Change, Forever Becoming.

Feminism Is One Way Of Attacking Society As It Now Exists.

The Whole World Was Nothing But An Exile With No Hope Of A Return.

On The Evenings When My Parents Held Parties, The Drawing-room Mirrors Multiplied To Infinity The Scintillations Of A Crystal Chandelier. Mama Would Take Her Seat At The Grand Piano To Accompany A Lady Dressed In A Cloud Of Tulle Who Played The Violin And A Cousin Who Performed On A Cello. I Would Crack Between My Teeth The Candied Shell Of An Artificial Fruit, And A Burst Of Light Would Illuminate My Palate With A Taste Of Blackcurrant Or Pineapple: All The Colours, All The Lights Were Mine, The Gauzy Scarves, The Diamonds, The Laces; I Held The Whole Party In My Mouth.

It Is In Great Part The Anxiety Of Being A Woman That Devastates The Feminine Body.