There are the hard and cold people, they call themselves men. And there are those for whom life is meant. These are us women.
We can only scream in the swan song of the world
The commandment of the hour must be to break away from all this, not to ingratiate ourselves, not to attach ourselves, not to submit ourselves in a newer and enlightened determination.
I don't know where this makeshift difficulty arises from to practice distinction and accuracy. Because, speaking with Nietzsche, it is the shared experiences, in a broader sense, that contribute to a common language, a common experience, a common feeling.
We emerge with or against the dominant society.