Sunday, August 13, 2017
Saturday, January 7, 2017
…I was always tolerant—tolerant of her violence, her recklessness, of all her wild and uncontrolled love affairs. I understood all these passions in her as I could say I understand thunder, or a hurricane, or, in the case of her love affairs, as I understood a great cosmic maternal urge. Isadora was always the great mother in all her expressions of love—she could never truly be a mistress or a wife. She wanted ceaselessly to give of herself to all her loves as a mother gives to a child. And she gave herself indiscriminately because mothers, of which she was the supreme one, do not discriminate among their children.
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