Immured in a convent, debarred from life-giving air and light, and the beauty of life, we cease to be living, feeling, thinking girls and women, we become mere machines who blindly obey the head that directs us.
and sounds of His creation.  Immured in a convent, debarred from life-giving air and light, and the beauty of life, we cease to be living, feeling, thinking girls and women, we become mere machines who blindly obey the head that directs us.  I have often tried to solve this mystery — but I suppose I am too ignorant, for I cannot make it come right.