You know, whenever women make imaginary female kingdoms in literature, they are always very permissive, to use the jargon word, and easy and generous and self-indulgent, like the relationships between women when there are no men around. They make each other presents, and they have little feasts, and nobody punishes anyone else. This is the female way of going along when there are no men about or when men are not in the ascendant.
I woke up one morning, and i couldn't move my arm. It was the oddest thing, the paralysis. I called up a friend and said, "i think i've had a stroke," and, in fact, that's what my doctor told me. It wasn't terrible, but it was enough to scare me. Now i think about death all the time. I have my death arm, my right arm.