And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.
Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty.
What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
I've seen death and I didn't like it.
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.