13.11.05

土豆詩燴:詩抄#1



My mother had European ideas about young girls. I was sixteen. I had never gone out alone with young men, I had never read anything but literary novels, and by choice I never was like girls my own age. I was what you would call a sheltered person, very much like some Chinese woman, instructed in the art of making the most of the discarded dresses sent to me by a rich cousin, singing and dancing, writing elegantly, reading the finest books, conversing intelligently, arranging my hair beautifully, keeping my hands white and delicate, using only the refined English I had learned since my arrival from Franc, dealing with everybody in terms of great politeness.


This was what was left of my European education. But I was very much like Orientals in one other way: long periods of gentleness were followed by bursts of violence, taking the form of temper and rebellion or of quick decision and positive action.

I suddenly decided to go to work, without consulting anybody or asking anybody's approval. I knew my mother would be against my plan. [...]

"A Model" ---Anais Nin

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