Instantly a thick blackness seemed to enfold her and silence as of a dead world settled down upon her. Drowsy as she was she could not close her eyes nor refrain from listening. Darkness and silence were tangible things. She felt them. And they seeme...
The narrator finds that as a maturing character grows in stature before her friends that she sees less stature while evaluating herself.
Jealousy is an unjust and stifling thing.
Pride would never be her ally.
I knew you"d never be American enough to help me reconstruct my life.
