How it irks me to have to take her hand, allow her to pull my dress over my head, undo my corsets and strip them off my, and have her see my blue veined swollen flesh and the hairy triangle that still proclaims with lunatic insistence a non-existent womanhood.
Margaret LaurenceAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: canadian
- Born: July 18, 1926
- Died: January 5, 1987
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