We are divorced, North from South, because we have hated each other so. If we could only separate politely, and not have a horrid fight for divorce.
I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.
Threatened men live long.
I am always on the women's side.
Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!
Richmond has fallen - and I have no heart to write about it... They are too many for us. Everything lost in Richmond, even our archives. Blue-black is our horizon.