“I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old. After that – in spite of the Girl Scouts and the piano lessons and the water-color lessons and the dancing lessons and the sailing camp, all of which my mother scrimped to give me, and college with crewing in the mist before breakfast and blackbottom pies and the little new firecrackers of ideas going off every day – I had never been really happy again.”
