How withered away one can be from a life of unremitting toil.
The trouble with men is that they have limited minds. That's the trouble with women, too.
Art is collective. Always, it has a tradition behind it.
And middle-class women, although taught to value established forms, are in the same position as the working class: neither can use established forms to express what the forms were never intended to express (and may very well operate to conceal).
To die on a dying Earth - I'd live, if only to weep
When the memory of one's predecessors is buried, the assumption persists that there were none and each generation of women believes itself to be faced with the burden of doing everything for the first time. And if no one ever did it beforewhy do we think we can succeed now?