"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 keepв