"I would at times feel that learning to
read had been a curse rather than a blessing. It had given me a view of my
wretched condition, without the remedy. It opened my eyes to the horrible pit,
but to no ladder upon which to get out"
³By 5:00 P.M. the afternoon of the funeral, the company
president had begin, discreetly of course, with care and taste, to make
inquiries about his replacement. One of three men. He asked around: ³Who¹s been
working the hardest?²
³Girls were different from boys, and the expression of that
difference seemed mine to make clear.²
³We revenge injuries, we repay benefits with ingratitude.²
³This gigantic effort on the part of an insignificant little moth, against a power of such magnitude, to retain what no one else valued or desired to keep²