Status Updates From Miss MacIntosh, My Darling

I’m actually reading Detraquee by Hystaracal but this is a similar length :)

Before marriage… one should keep one’s eyes open, but after marriage, one should keep them half shut for fear of what he should see, it had always been her unbiased judgment, though she could not speak from the narrow experience which others experienced, for she was single and single-minded, no man looking at her a second time or perhaps even a first, her life being almost over and the battle perhaps already lost

Only a few would reject, bitterly, as if it were an insult, his tactful proposal of a painless death

God, if there is a God, cannot know everything, any more than Mrs. Hogden-Fogden could, poor soul. There must be at least one small, warped flower growing, I believe, contrary to the ideal of unity, outside the consciousness of God, outside His field—and that would be the crucial flower, of course, the important one.

Boundlessly sad, and heartbreaking.

I wonder if possible to see the book in the light-dark of esoteric Lemurian time-sorcery.

Miss MacIntosh is a kind of reverse Mary Poppins, vanishing ghosts with a swing of her umbrella. Logical, orderly. She resents electric lights and the new calendar. Esoteric Right Hand path. She's ten and one, representing unity.

Whereas Mr Spitzer and the mother are Lemurian boiling chaos, representing unfoldable duplicity.