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Men’s thoughts had passed through women’s minds, women’s thoughts had been shared with men, and men had passed them on to other men, who had then shared them with women. All of them filtered through each other.
might have transferred to him and then back to me when I began to falter. A tiny bit of hope we could pass back and forth, a glimmer in which we could see ourselves reflected, but neither of us believed in such miracles.
Maybe women are just alone at the exact moment they set themselves in motion. No one there to take a picture, to tell the story.
But for the most part, the majority spent their time eating and sleeping, supporting themselves or debating issues either so immense as to be
supporting themselves or debating issues either so immense as to be
unsolvable, or so small as to be basically trivial.