THEN I WOULD DIE. Good sentences repeated themselves for me, and that was a good sentence. It got its teeth on some soft part of you and just bit. Why, these women are wild, I marveled. What it meant was that all civilization left the body when a child was born, that the city and all its government were neatly ejected from a woman and she reverted to feral woods again. It meant that childbirth turned a mother into something with twenty claws, and she would turn them on herself if she had to.
