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| Luna Moth by Craig Sargent |
. . . being a woman. Perhaps that was the thing that came out ,
that remained, it was partly the dress, but all the little chivalries and
respects of the drawing-room – all made her feel that she had come out of her
chrysalis and was being proclaimed what in the comfortable darkness of
childhood she had never been – this frail and beautiful creature, before whom
men bowed, this limited and circumscribed creature who could not do what she
liked, this butterfly with a thousand facets to its eyes and delicate fine
plumage, and difficulties and sensibilities and sadnesses innumerable; a woman.
“The Introduction” (CSF 185)
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