compliments were enough, but they weren’t. She wanted to do something, wanted Shakespeare and Company to be more than a diversion. Wanted Margaret and Jane to be seen as more than filthy Washington Squarites. Wanted Ulysses to have as broad an audience as possible. So many things to want. Just two years ago, she’d wanted a bookstore. Now she had it and she wanted more? Was that greed or ambition? Was there a difference?
