I have had a couple of unsatisfactory conversations recently where I have had the very sneaking suspicion that my responder has, from the outset, imagined he knew what I was going to say next and, worse, could suppose my reasons for saying it.

The fault was no doubt mine, for expressing myself ineloquently.

But this, in turn, has made me quite envious of Rebecca West. I saw this quote in last week's THE WEEK, and it matches my Monday morning mood exactly today. Oh, to be articulate.


"I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute."
Rebecca West