She has no body as others have. People have no meaning to her. She has no answer for them. Her mind steps into emptiness, alone.

“Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.”

“I see the mountains in the sky; the great clouds; and the moon; I have a great …”

“A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtai…”

“I fear I shall be a clinger to the outsides of words all my life.”