“And the child—your child—was born there in the midst of misery. It was a deadly place: strange, everything was strange, we women lying there were strange to each other, lonely and hating one another out of misery, the same torment in that crowded ward full of chloroform and blood, screams and groans.” PovertyMiseryGiving BirtLetter From An Unknown WomanMaternity Ward Book:The Collected Stories of Stefan Zweig Source: The Collected Stories of Stefan Zweig