I, Mary
I, Mary MacLane: A Diary of Human Days
作者：MacLane, Mary, 1881-1929
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共 181 题- I, MARY MACLANE
- I, MARY MACLANE
- To-day
- I am rare--I am in some ways exquisite.
- I am pagan within and without.
- I am vain and shallow and false.
- I am a specialized being, deeply myself.
- I am dynamic but devasted, laid waste in spirit.
- I am scornful-tempered and I am brave.
- I am slender in body and someway fragile and firm-fleshed and sweet.
- I am oddly a fool and a strange complex liar and a spiritual vagabond.
- I am eternally self-conscious but sincere in it.
- I am ultra-modern, very old-fashioned: savagely incongruous.
- I am young, but not very young.
- I am wistful--I am infamous.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I can believe he had some Purpose in it.
- I muse about it with doubts.
- To-morrow
- This mood is this book.--
- I do not quite know why.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I am wandering about, a Lost Person, wandering and lost.
- To-morrow
- I own Two plain black Dresses and none besides.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I have analyzed mine, and it is not so with me.
- I can’t eat cake and have it.
- I can’t make silk purses out of sows’ ears.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I am a true Artist, not as a writer but as a writing-person.
- I mean not the lies I may tell but the lies I think.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I grew breathless.
- To-morrow
- I love my Shoes.
- I love them because they so guard my feet.
- I looked at them in this toy-desert and straightway I wasn’t afraid.
- To-morrow
- I was not boyish and not girlish.
- I was not childish except for an oddly hungry child-heart.
- I was myself.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I suppose I’m very lonely.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I long to do a Murder.
- To-morrow
- I take it for granted God knows all about me.
- I am formed of loose Twos which wait for God to make them Fours.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- Music of the world!--
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- And to-day and often other days I read this--
- I only know he’ll not answer it.
- To-morrow
- I am not Respectable nor Refined nor in Good Taste.
- I take a delicate M.-Mac-Lane pleasure in those facts.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- Winds flutter and stir and rumple and twist those petals--
- I write this book for my own reading.
- To-morrow
- I laugh languidly at it and feel myself a comfortably vicious person.
- To-morrow
- I have fits of Laughter all to myself.
- I Laugh at William Jennings Bryan.
- I wonder what God thinks of him.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I have an odd feeling God has no more power over it than have I.
- I am shakily mad tonight, I believe, from a so slight sticky matter.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I know what I am.
- I can tell Me to myself and write it.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I am a fascinating creature.
- I love my Mary MacLane! Ah--I love her!
- I know my own human enchantments and that they never fail me.
- To-morrow
- I don’t know. I think about it but get nowhere.
- I doubt if I am anyway abnormal.
- I am very sane.
- I am dying in a pit.
- To-morrow
- I like _everything_ in the Back of a magazine.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I write it, and it’s a surprising book.
- I do not write what my thoughts are saying to me.
- To-morrow
- I have violent action in me, chained in analysis.
- I am a wild mare in foal: and unfoaling.
- To-morrow
- I only know I write me as clearly as I see me, considering the Mist.
- To-morrow
- I am tallish and slim and weigh nine wavering stone.
- I am darkish with dusky gray eyes.
- I am inwardly full of strong-flavored emotions.
- I have none and never had.
- I have white smooth firm beautiful hands.
- I have quick intelligence.
- I live in a quiet clean bungalow.
- I own two dresses whose personnel alters at intervals.
- I have a sense of humor vivid and intriguing to myself.
- I bathe foamily icily each morning.
- I look on myself as the more fortunate.--John Keats!
- To-morrow
- I would I could go Mad.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- Always those Greek visions are my ‘half-familiar ghosts.’--
- I wish I’d been born a Wild Boar.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- My damnedest damningest quality is Wavering--Wavering--
- I love the dawn--I love the twilight.
- I might say I prefer heaven to hell or hell to heaven.
- I might say I prefer strength to weakness or weakness to strength.
- I am constant--I am remarkably profoundly constant--in my Wavering.
- If the world stopped pushing--
- To-morrow
- I am a deeply gifted woman.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- On a Monday afternoon--
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- I am so _Clever_. I am the Cleverest human being I know.
- I use Cleverness when I encounter people.
- To-morrow
- I have--a Broken Heart--
- I am so oddly a fool.
- To-morrow
- I am on fire with Loneliness.
- I answer the telephone: I say, ‘They’re not at home.’
- I am on fire--dark bright fierce fire with Loneliness.
- I close my eyes and open my eyes.
- To-morrow
- LATE AFTERNOON.
- To-morrow
- I don’t understand why it’s so: I know it is so.
- Not always. But often.--
- I don’t know whether I am good and sweet in it or evil and untoward.
- To-morrow
- I have no friends in it, no feel-of-friendship, no human friendliness.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- John Keats! John Keats!--
- He is the resurrection and the life.--
- To-morrow
- I feel myself a fitting mother.
- To-morrow
- I make truly and simply an excellent wife.
- To-morrow
- To-morrow
- To-day
- I have slyly Succeeded and oddly Failed in equal degree.