...when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life’s mystery.

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.

She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing.

She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day.