It Would Appear That Love Is Dead.

Life Is A Publicity Stunt. A Shill. You've Been Had.

Many Women Do Not Recognize Themselves As Discriminated Against; No Better Proof Could Be Found Of The Totality Of Their Conditioning.

I Was Supposed To Be Women's Lib, And Now I'd Exceeded It And Gone Over Into International Politics.

They Weren't Crazy. They Were Tired Of Being Locked Up. Even I Could See That.

You May Well Ask How I Expect To Assert My Privacy By Resorting To The Outrageous Publicity Of Being One's Actual Self On Paper. There's A Possibility Of It Working If One Chooses The Terms, To Wit: Outshouting Image-gimmick America Through A Quietly Desperate Search For Self.