I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.
From Mary MacLane
I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.
I want to live quietly.
I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day.
I was born to be alone, and I always shall be; but now I want to be.
I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother.
I've never made plans for more than a day ahead.
It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls.
Just why I sent it to the publishers would be hard to say, but when I had finished it I felt that it was literature, because it is real and because it was well written. And I know that the world wants such things.
Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm.
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