"People over forty can seldom be permanently convinced of anything. At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide."
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Sometimes if I have a drink (I made one and I put a sprig of Rosemary in it so it feels more medicinal) I like to think about what life was like one hundred years ago. And I think it's really fun to read stories from other times, to see how much some things have changed, and how much they haven't. And it makes me consider whether some of us just have sort of like, a calling to be more like older sisters, or even what some ancestors would have called "maiden aunts..."
"Lucia Joyce: FULL CAPACITY"
https://youtube.com/watch?v=wF6fUYhtt90&si=J5WJt6lGYxgWwZOX
Probably because women in other times who were sort of more like older sisters and maiden aunts might have had a bit more freedom, or at least more choice in regards to how they spent their time, or anyways, that's the impression I get.
"They stared at each other across the breakfast-table for a moment. Misty waves were passing before Bernice's eyes, while Marjorie's face wore that rather hard expression that she used when slightly intoxicated undergraduates were making love to her."
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"'I want to be a society vampire, you see,' she announced coolly, and went on to inform him that bobbed hair was the necessary prelude. She added that she wanted to ask his advice, because she had heard he was so critical about girls.
Charley, who knew as much about the psychology of women as he did of the mental states of Buddhist contemplatives, felt vaguely flattered."
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"All through the bridge party Bernice strove in vain to master a rising uneasiness. She had offended Marjorie, the sphinx of sphinxes. With the most wholesome and innocent intentions in the world she had stolen Marjorie's property. She felt suddenly and horribly guilty."
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