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I Studied English Literature In The Honors Program, Which Means That You Had To Take Courses In Various Centuries. You Had To Start With Old English, Middle English, And Work Your Way Toward The Modern. I Figured If I Did That It Would Force Me To Read Some Of The Things I Might Not Read On My Own.

Added To Their Loveliness Was A New Mysterious Suffering, Perfectly Silent, Visible In The Blue Puffiness Beneath Their Eyes Or The Way They Would Sometimes Stop In Mid-stride, Look Down, And Shake Their Heads As Though Disagreeing With Life.

You Begin Always Knowing Nothing. You Remain Forever An Amateur, A First Timer.

Maybe The Best Proof That The Language Is Patriarchal Is That It Oversimplifies Feeling.

You Never Get Over It, But You Get To Where It Doesn't Bother You So Much.