“At the same time that I welcomed the busy confusion, I felt a stab of regret for the first sweet lonely months of my life in this city that touched me so deeply. I like the image of my own loneliness. The brief meaningless rendezvous with men quickly forgotten. I promised to keep enough of myself aloof from these new entanglements so that I might go on reveling in that delicious privacy.” LonelinessSolitudeMaturityPrivacyTexasSan AntonioBildungsromanTxSan Antonio TexasSan Antonio Tx Book:The Duchess of Angus Source: The Duchess of Angus
“I treasured these slightly mad little escapades. They were part of the carnival spirit of the city, which seemed on the verge of breaking into a fiesta. Even the five-and-ten-cent stores, the epitome of national conformity, took on a local flavor with their displays of turquoise and silver, Aztec pottery, and hand-tooled leather simply screaming for the open marketplace, while the fake pearls crouched back in awe. But it was the gay little Mexican girls who, smiling sweet-tempered behind the counters, set the mood. Never rude, never dull, never tired, they lent a graciousness to the city that seemed to be in secret league with the sunny atmosphere to conjure up its lighthearted spell.” TexasMexicoSan AntonioFiestaTxMargaret Brown KilikThe Duchess Of AngusSan Antonio TexasSan Antonio Tx Book:The Duchess of Angus Source: The Duchess of Angus