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A Woman of Independent Means

This book delves into the personal journey of a protagonist who navigates through various life stages with a strong sense of self-reliance and determination. more

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Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey
Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey

Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey, born on August 31, 1938, is an accomplished American journalist. Her career began at The New York Times, and she later became a freelance writer for several prominent media outlets. Hailey is known for her in-depth reporting on business and professional women. more

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“Obedient to no man, dependent only on weather and season, without a goal before them or a roof above them, owning nothing, open to every whim of fate, the homeless wanderers lead their childlike, brave, shabby existence. They are the sons of Adam, who was driven out of Paradise; the brothers of the animals, of innocence. Out of heaven's hand they accept what is given them from moment to moment: sun, rain, fog, snow, warmth, cold, comfort, and hardship; time does not exist for them and neither does history, or ambition, or that bizarre idol called progress and evolution, in which houseowners believe so desperately. A wayfarer may be delicate or crude, artful or awkward, brave or cowardly—he is always a child at heart, living in the first day of creation, before the beginning of the history of the world, his life always guided by a few simple instincts and needs. He may be intelligent or stupid; he may be deeply aware of the fleeting fragility of all living things, of how pettily and fearfully each living creature carries its bit of warm blood through the glaciers of cosmic space, or he may merely follow the commands of his poor stomach with childlike greed—he is always the opponent, the deadly enemy of the established proprietor, who hates him, despises him, or fears him, because he does not wish to be reminded that all existence is transitory, that life is constantly wilting, that merciless icy death fills the cosmos all around.”

DeathFreedomInnocenceWandererChildishnessWayfarer
Book:Narcissus and Goldmund
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