Listen, Cordelia. If a God had made the world, might would always be right, that would be so wise, we’d be spared so much suffering. But we made the world- out of our smallness and weakness. Our lives are awkward and fragile and we have only one thing to keep us sane: pity, and the man without pity is mad.
I hated being a girl, but at least I was happy sometimes. And it was better when I grew up, I could be myself- they didn’t humiliate me then. I was almost free! I made so many plans, one day I’d be my own master! Now I have all the power . . . and I’m a slave.
[...] çünkü burada ölecek olsa üstüne bir taş örteceklerdi ve hiçbir yeri kendine yuva bellemeyen bir kadın için bütün alıp başını gitmelerin sonuna geldiğini düşünmek dayanılmazdı.