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Today I reached the belvedere from which you can glimpse, down below, a little stretch of beach, deserted, facing the gray sea.

The thing that most exasperates you is to find yourself at the mercy of the fortuitous, the aleatory, the random, in things and in human actions

Housework, Gilman insists, vitiates women’s humanity:

they differed from their white counterparts only to the extent that their domestic aspirations were thwarted by the exigencies of the slave system

the moiré of personality softening, softening, each sweep of surf a little more out of focus till all has become subtle grades of cloud