My friend is beginning to feel confined by life. The Walls of Time close in. When it begins to happen, you don't realize it. It is new. At first. But you know that the funds are running out, that there are more withdrawals than deposits. And you wonder. At first you didn't do what they said to do, then you did. Job, marriage, the dream of children and a house. Whether it works out or doesn't, at some point you realize you are not in control. Voices of criticism begin to cut you deep. What happened? And you begin to dislike people who want to tell the truth.
The Victorians knew better than to do that. Masks and veils. It is the raw nakedness of things that bothers us most. Truth and Fancy.
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