Неизменная трагедия жизни состоит в том, что она никогда не бывает такой долгой, как нам бы хотелось.
Marietta wondered how things might have been different if the two women were confidantes. Perhaps their trust and kinship would have cushioned her life, their conversations brightened her days. She had a sudden pang for what could have been and never was.
For a second, Marietta wished she had been built to a different model. Most women seemed to delight in engaging in discussions of weddings and children. What did it suggest about her that this was not her desire; was she lacking some intrinsic part of what it meant to be a woman?