“I like to pretend that you belong to me, just to play with the idea, but of course I know you don’t. I’m alone, really – with my back to the wall fighting the world – and I get sort of gaspy when I think about it. I put it out of my mind, and keep on pretending; but don’t you see, Daddy?”

“I like to pretend that you belong to me, just to play with the idea, but of course I know you don’t. I’m alone, really – with my back to the wall fighting the world – and I get sort of gaspy when I think about it. I put it out of my mind, and keep on pretending; but don’t you see, Daddy?”

— Jean Webster