Thursday, November 18

calm. quiet. fools. I'll kill them all.

Somewhat more calm, Our Hero sits down with her paginated companions to a sup of milk and espresso and, in reserve, a large bottle of water that is in no way intimidating to the espresso. I am still frustrated with Edna Pontellier's suicide and my inability to produce coherent thought in an internet-based academic setting. I hope Mrs. Dalloway is more promising.

She had BETTER not commit suicide or I am going to have to speak to someone about counseling for all women above the age of 25 who are married to husband who can't read their minds.

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