I didn’t dream, not even in my wildest dreaming, that—you might have any need of me. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. It seems to me a woman’s duty to be beautiful, to BE beautiful and to behave beautifully, and politics are by their very nature ugly.
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