Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. “The primitive government was the Matriarchate. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. There will be no more children in this house, not ever! And if anyone ever tries bringing children into our house again, I shall kill the lot of them. She shook her head. I too can see it.
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