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I've Always Said That You Were Too Smart To Have A Profession. Smart People Are Hopeless In The Face Of Anything Actual. They Are Terrible Cooks. They Cannot Dress Themselves. They Are Children Who Need Guidance And Protecting.

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A Friend Of Mine Urged Me To See My Pain As An Opportunity. And Since The Same Psychic That Contacted Dion Fortune Had Told Me That I Was A "teacher" - She Didn't Mean At Columbia, She Meant In The Spiritual Sense - I Decided My Affliction Was The Universe Telling Me That It Was Time To Stop Writing Fiction And Become The Spiritual Guru I Was Clearly Meant To Be.

Like Semmering Academy, The Grove School Was A Gothic Pile Of Bricks Run By 1950s-era Chalk Drones, Which Maintained Its Cultural Viability By Perpetuating A Weirdly Seductive Anxiety Throughout Its Community. Mary Herself Was A Victim Of The Seduction; Despite The Trying And Repetitive Emotional Requirements Of Her Job, She Remained Eternally Fascinated By The Wicker-thin Girls And Their Wicker-thin Mothers, All Of Them Favoring Dark Wool Skirts And Macintoshes And Unreadably Far-away Expressions; If She Squinted, They Could Have Emerged Intact From Any Of The Last Seven Decades.

We're Not Saints, Any Of Us. Maybe Somebody Is, But I Don't Know Those People. But We All Know People Who Behave Very Smugly And Are Very Egotistical And Put You Down As A Manner Of Improving Their Own Place In The World Or Improving Their Own Place In The World.