Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman
It was entirely my fault for not protesting more vigorously against a game in which there would inevitably be some unpleasantness, some one’s feelings hurt. If we had been treated as rational beings and allowed to talk. . . Or music. I am easily satisfied, I ask for nothing better than a little music. . . If only the rising generation were rather less self-conscious. . .
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