My noble father, i do perceive here a divided duty. To you i am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me how to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, i am hitherto your daughter. But heres my husband, and so much duty as my mother showed to you, preferring you before her father, so much i challenge that i may profess due to the moor my lord.
I would ask every man and every woman who's had the blessing of having children, 'would you deny your son or your daughter the ecstasy of finding someone to love?' to love someone takes a lot of courage. So how much more is one challenged when the love is of the same sex and the laws say, 'i forbid you from loving this person'?
Daughter of time, the hypocrite days,muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,and marching single in an endless file,bring diadems and fagots in their hands;to each they offer gifts after his will,bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;i, in my pleached garden watched the pompforgot my morning wishes, hastilytook a few herbs and apples, and the dayturned and departed silent. I too lateunder her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart, an arrow in his brain, to see how the flesh and blood he could not disown clung to this obscure stranger, and he sitting by. not that he cared to whom his daughter turned, or from whom turned away. the swift sharp agony struck through him, as he thought of what his son might do.
Missionarying was a better thing in those days than it is in ours. All you had to do was to cure the head savages sick daughter by a miracle- a miracle like the miracle of lourdes in our day, for instance- and immediately that head savage was your convert, and filled to the eyes with a new converts enthusiasm. You could sit down and make yourself easy now. He would take the ax and convert the rest of the nation himself.
Right before the game, she strolled up to me. "hey, seaweed brain." "will you stop calling me that?" she knows i hate that name, mostly because i never have a good comeback. she's the daughter of athena, which doesn't give me a lot of ammunition. i mean, "owl-head" and "wise girl" are kind of lame insults.
My life is absolutely meaningless. When i consider the different periods into which it falls, it seems like the word schnur in the dictionary, which means in the first place a string, in the second, a daughter-in-law. The only thing lacking is that the word schnur should mean in the third place a camel, in the fourth, a dust-brush.
I look older. maybe it's the short hair or maybe it's just that i wear all that has happened like a mask. either way, i always thought i would be happy when i stopped looking like a child. but all i feel is a lump in my throat. i am no longer the daughter my parents knew. they will never know me as i am now.
To a student: dear miss - i have read about sixteen pages of your manuscript . . . I suffered exactly the same treatment at the hands of my teachers who disliked me for my independence and passed over me when they wanted assistants. . . . Keep your manuscript for your sons and daughters, in order that they may derive consolation from it and not give a damn for what their teachers tell them or think of them. . . . There is too much education altogether.
Those were the rommely women: mary, the mother, evy, sissy, and katie, her daughters, and francie, who would grow up to be a rommely woman even though her name was nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were made out of thin invisible steel.