“The literary female, unsatisfied, agitated, empty inher heart and belly, always listening with pained curiosityto the imperative which whispers out of the depths of her organism, aut liberi aut libriMthe literary female, sufficiently educated to understand the voice of nature even when it speaks Latin, and yet sufficiently vainand goose enough to speak secretly to herself in French,je me verrai, je me lirai, je m'extasierai et je dirai: Possible, que j'aie eu tant d'esprit?”
