My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.
And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.
I must say that I am not very genteel and I feel that gentility has a stranglehold: the neatness, the wonderful tidiness, which is so evident everywhere in England is perhaps more dangerous than it would appear on the surface.
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.
What I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear & devastating vision from his mouth than hear foul evasions, blurrings and rattiness.