The Delicious Breath Of Rain Was In

Who Can Tell What Metals The Gods Use In Forging The Subtle Bond Which We Call Sympathy, Which We Might As Well Call Love.

You Have Been A Very Foolish Boy, Wasting Your Time Dreaming Of Impossible Things When You Speak Of Mr. Pontellier Setting Me Free! I Am No Longer One Of Mr. Pontelliere's Possessions To Dispose Of Or Not. I Give Myself Where I Choose. If He Were To Say, 'here Robert, Take Her And Be Happy; She Is Yours,' I Should Laugh At You Both.

It Is Greater Than The Stars - That Moving Procession Of Human Energy; Greater Than The Palpitating Earth And The Things Growing Thereon.

She Looked Into The Distance, And The Old Terror Flamed Up For An Instant, Then Sank Again. Edna Heard Her Father's Voice And Her Sister Margaret's. She Heard The Barking Of An Old Dog That Was Chained To The Sycamore Tree. The Spurs Of The Cavalry Officer Clanged As He Walked Across The Porch. There Was The Hum Of Bees, And The Musky Odor Of Pinks Filled The Air. (last Lines)

She Had All Her Life Long Been Accustomed To Harbor Thoughts And Emotions Which Never Voiced Themselves… They Belonged To Her Her And Were Her Own, And She Entertained The Conviction That She Had A Right To Them And They They Concerned No One But Herself.