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Edgar Lee Masters - Margaret Fuller SlackEdgar Lee Masters - Margaret Fuller Slack
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I would have been as great as George Eliot But for an untoward fate. For look at the photograph of me made by Penniwit, Chin resting on hand, and deep-set eyes Gray, too, and far-searching. But there was the old, old problem: Should it be celibacy, matrimony or unchastity? Then John Slack, the rich druggist, wooed me, Luring me with the promise of leisure for my novel, And I married him, giving birth to eight children, And had no time to write. It was all over with me, anyway, When I ran the needle in my hand While washing the baby`s things, And died from lock-jaw, an ironical death. Hear me, ambitious souls, Sex is the curse of life.
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