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I did not want anyone to pay in tears for my pleasure.
To be loved by a man is to be issued a decree he has written in advance, and has presented to others; to receive a woman’s love is to have a very personal letter written on one’s body.
I had a right to look strangers in the eye with something besides violence in my heart. This was new for me.
Animals have no gospel. And why not? Are they less than us, those who speak with beaks, or make questions with sideways heads, or give comfort with paw or tongue? I do not think so. I will tell you I prefer them. I like their silence better than our flattery. I like their honest wants better than our lies.
But by facing ugly truths, we limit their power to harm us.
“It is personal, to abuse someone’s ear with a lie.”
No one is so furious as a small man caught in a misdeed.
