"She had, as she slowly glided away form the shores of ordinariness, her moments of
panic. It felt like a loss of innocence; and there were times when she weakly yearned for
she knew not what reunion with simple innocent things, with thoughtless affections and
free happy laughter and dogs passing by in the street. She could not think why her
asceticism seemed so like a kind of guilt."
--The
Time of the Angels.
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