She was disgusted with herself...and the disgust permanently cured her of suicide. Her piddling life did not deserve dramatic remedies.
Well, my relationship to America at the time I left was very limited.
When Niki and I moved to Paris, there was also the challenge of Paris, an extremely daunting city.
Challenge City Moved
And then, when I left Princeton in the middle of my sophomore year, I went into the navy.
I'd been brought up on the Upper East Side in a WASP society, which was death on crutches.
East Upper Been
And I finished college because I thought how much it would upset my parents if I didn't.
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.
Study Someplace I
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.
Mistaken Good Languages
I graduated in 1952 and went to Europe, with Niki and our first child Laura, who was then a year old.
Europe Child Then
I love teaching.
Love I Love
What I said about John was that he liberated me from my anxieties about writing in a correct, acceptable way.
I left Princeton, but I graduated Harvard, in 1952.
Graduated Harvard Princeton