“Suddenly she thought that these men believed feeling itself a disease, something to be cut out like a rotten appendix. Cold, calculating, ambitious, believing themselves rational and superior, they chased the crouching female animal through the brain with a scalpel.… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“One merely had the feeling that the disease had exhausted itself, or perhaps that it was retiring after achieving all of its objectives.” — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
