pg. 102

"Bright, beautiful, brilliant, billowy, blighted, blind, she thought as she meandered home, looking straight ahead with unseeing eyes. Yes, I'm all these things, I am so many things, so many of them good, some of them wonderful. I should know: I've been told nothing else my entire life, so how can it not be true? Yet it is as I have always suspected. All those things mean shit, for the world is full of beautiful, brilliant, billowy people. And so what? Ugliness is now inside me. Beautiful! What does beautiful have to do with anything? He does not want me. Everyone told me he was worthless and I was precious, but this worthless guy did not want precious me.

So if he was so worthless and still did not want me, how in this world could anyone worthwhile want me?"