I had felt no hatred in all the years when they rejected me. If my work was new, I had to give them time to learn, if I took pride in being first to break a trail to a height of my own, I had no right to complain if others were slow to follow.

Duly noted. Don't get between you and your books otherwise you're totally approachable.

Whatever happened in the world was a decree from God. A task to be completed. Any crying or joy just got in the way of being useful. Any emotion was decadent. Anticipation or regret was a silly extra. A luxury.

They were bound for college, husbands, child-rearing, unhappiness only dimly perceived—bound, in other words, for life.

Written By Jeffrey Eugenides

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links