The family condemned her to languish there for thirty years. She died in captivity, in 1943. Her honor demands it, her snaky locks tempt me to it. There's a worthy precedent for such an action. Although many a sane woman has, in the past, been locked away in a loony bin, I am not saying that madness itself is a myth.
Madness is real.
Neither ideology nor good friends can save a woman from it. I am no longer talking only about educated white women of genius with whom you may be most familiar, but about all women, of all colors, in all lines of work. So many women are deprived, punished, forced to walk a far narrower line than most men ever are. Our genius does not save us, nor does our obedience. We lose touch with one another in our own lifetimes.