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As for me, I had rejected an acknowledged life, stamped and certified. I had refused the keys to permanence, left the full cupboard of certainty unopened. I wanted to live by my wits, sleep beneath the stars of solitude, scavenge for scraps: and if in my restless hunger I came across a laden apple tree, no one could blame me for stopping and eating to sustain myself, for who knew when I might next have the chance?

“What I was handing over to him was of so much more worth to me than to he himself, and while I could neither decipher nor control the impulse that had made me do so, still I flinched from the possibility that he was, after all, unworthy of my confidence, and that the very part of me which had most sought release would be the part most injured by it.”

Despite reading this slowly (I’m a busy woman), this is in no way representative of how much I am enjoying the book

Had a bit of a slump last week but hopefully we baaack~

“I, however, believe that she always looked like that; almost beautiful, that is, or post-beautiful, like the sky at the end of a lovely day, when the sun has disappeared but its aura remains, redolent of things past, a memory more piquant even than the thing remembered.”