she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as if she were caught up in one of those habitual currents in which after a certain time experience forms in the mind, so that one repeats words without being aware any longer who originally spoke them.

“Si no dices la verdad sobre ti mismo, difícilmente podrás decir la de las otras…”

“All extremes are dangerous. It is best to keep in the middle of the road, in th…”

“It would be a comfort, she felt, to lean; to sit down; yes, to lie down; never,…”

“El tiempo vuela, oh sí; el verano pronto estará aquí; y todavía soy capaz de pa…”