“It is not that. I have had my day; and there were women in it. “You understand, then,” he was saying, “you understand?” “I understand,” said Ann Veronica, tear-wet and flushed with a reciprocal passion, but standing up to him with an equality that amazed even herself, “I understand. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. I am bored to distraction. "What's that?" asked Wild. . Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. “Can you come out tonight?” “Um, sure, I guess. ” “That is quite untrue,” she declared cheerfully. And that happens through our maternity; it’s our very importance that degrades us.
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