Oh and I thought, as i was dressing, how interesting it would be to describe the approach of age, and the gradual coming of death. As people describe love. To note every symptom of failure: but why failure? To treat age as an experience that is different from the others; and to detect every one of the gradual stages towards death which is a tremendous experience, an not as unconscious, at least in its approaches, as death is.

I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?

and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage

King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.

Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them.

Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day

...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.