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2001-06-07

Emily Jane Brontë
B. 7.30.1818 Thornton, England / D. 12.19.1848 Haworth, England
Tuberculosis

How do you know you’re a lesbian if you never have sex? Because whenever I hear Jose Feliciano’s “Light My Fire” I still address it to a woman.
You fancy yourself so romantic a hero? I have since childhood—why, do you think I should change?
What is love? What is it made of? Nothing but atmosphere and habit.
Why so bleak? It’s the view from my balcony berth at the sanitarium—those tangled spun-sugar peaks, haunted by the phoniness of former certainties.
We all need time off occasionally to come to grips with sex. But do we need years?
Sometimes a lifetime. Oh Jesus not another one of these incarnation deals.
You must accept. I fear.

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