I can think of nothing in the world like the utter littleness, the paltriness, the contemptibleness, the degradation, of the woman who is tied down under a roof with a man who is really nothing to her; who wears the manโs name, who bears the manโs children โ who plays the virtuous woman. . . . May I never, I say, become that abnormal merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity โ a virtuous woman.
Mary MacLane