Something In Her Brain That Still Remained

I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness.

Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's More Often A Succession Of Jerks.

But They Never Last, The Golden Days. And It Can Be Sad, The Sun In The Afternoon, Can't It? Yes, It Can Be Sad, The Afternoon Sun, Sad And Frightening.

You Imagine The Carefully Pruned, Shaped Thing That Is Presented To You Is Truth. That Is Just What It Isn't. The Truth Is Improbable, The Truth Is Fantastic; It's In What You Think Is A Distorting Mirror That You See The Truth.

Of Course She Had Some Pathetic Illusions About Herself Or She Would Not Be Able To Go On Living.