Dawn Powell

The human comedy is always tragic, but since its ingredients are always the same__upe, fox, straight, like burlesque skits__he repetition through the ages is comedy.

Rage swept over her at being young, young and little, as if some evil fairy had put that spell on her. Why must you be locked up in this dreadful cage of childhood for twenty or a hundred years? Nothing in life was possible unless you were old and rich, until then you were only small and futile before your tormentors, desperately waiting for the release that only years could bring.