In an early short story, "The Fullness of Life," she wrote:
I have sometimes thought that a woman's nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is the hall, through which everyone passes in going in and out; the drawing room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting room, where members of the family come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the handle of whose doors perhaps are never turned, no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the holy of holies, the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Literary thought of the week
So I was reading this article/photo essay about Edith Wharton's house -- and you know how much I like Edith Wharton -- when I was struck by this quote: