She was disgusted with herself...and the disgust permanently cured her of suicide. Her piddling life did not deserve dramatic remedies.
My dream, I remember, when I went to boarding school, was to have a study all my own, a little nook someplace where nobody could get at me - nobody, like the football coach.
I Remember Football Coach Like
I also had this mistaken dream, fantasy really - perhaps because I'm good at languages - of being able in both Italy and France to become someone else through my fluency in the language.
Through Language Perhaps
I graduated in 1952 and went to Europe, with Niki and our first child Laura, who was then a year old.
I love teaching.
Teaching I Love I
What I said about John was that he liberated me from my anxieties about writing in a correct, acceptable way.
I Acceptable John
I left Princeton, but I graduated Harvard, in 1952.
I thought Cheever was magnificent and that if I could write like him that would be the best I could do. And then I realized that what I really wanted to write had nothing to do with what he was doing.
Write Magnificent Like
I was immediately smitten with an attraction to this culture, not in the sense of high culture but of the basic way people behaved towards one another.
Another Behaved Culture
I was stationed in Norfolk, Virginia, for a while, about which the less said the better, and then I was in the Mediterranean, about which the more said the better.
Mediterranean I Stationed
Music had been my first love among the arts, and I was fascinated by it, as I still am.
Arts Music Fascinated
My Life in CIA is the first time that I've ever written a story in my own name.
Story First Written