I have no objection to a man being a man, however masculine that may be.

I feel like a person living on the brink of a volcano crater.

But settled things were enemies to me and soon lost their newness and color. The unknown called.

Professors could silence me then; they had figures, diagrams, maps, books.... I was learning that books and diagrams can be evil things if they deaden the mind of man and make him blind or cynical before subjection of any kind.

There's something dreadfully decisive about a beheading.

Thousands of women are crushed and made inarticulate by that system and never develop as their natures would force them to develop were they in a decent environment.

I joined another circle and the leader gave us a little leaflet in very small print, asking us to read it carefully and then come prepared to ask questions. It was a technical Marxist subject and I did not understand it nor did I know what questions to ask.