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Genius Of A Kind Has Always Been With Me; An Empty Heart That Has Taken On A Certain Wooden Quality; An Excellent, Strong Woman's Body And A Pitiably Starved Soul.

I Am Lithe, But Fragile From Constant Involuntary Self-analysis.

I Was Born To Be Alone, And I Always Shall Be But Now I Want To Be.

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

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.