I heard it had never been filled before for any occasion. I really do not know why it happened as it did, when it did. But I have taken note. Perhaps it is the sense of the individual as shrine that Sarton addresses, especially in her nonfiction, and particularly in her breakthrough book A Journal of Solitude. I try to live as if every day might be my last and yet, is eternal.
Solitude can be very exciting.
My parents were both innocent and so am I, and this has perhaps been my undoing with the critics. I'm not a worldly person. I happen to be making a lot of money, for me, these days. But for years, until I was 65, I never did. I haven't been able by nature to use others, I've never asked any of my high-powered friends for help, for blurbs.