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I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas.

Perfection Is Terrible, It Cannot Have Children.

I Felt Dumb And Subdued. Every Time I Tried To Concentrate, My Mind Glided Off, Like A Skater, Into A Large Empty Space, And Pirouetted There, Absently.

I Decided I Would Put Off The Novel Until I Had Gone To Europe And Had A Lover, And That I Would Never Learn A Word Of Shorthand. If I Never Learned Shorthand I Would Never Have To Use It.

It Is So Much Safer Not To Feel, Not To Let The World Touch Me.