She could never rid herself of the sense that unhappiness was a state of disease – of suffering as opposed to doing. To "do" – it hardly mattered what – would therefore be an escape, perhaps in some degree a remedy.


Ch. XLI - The Portrait of a Lady (1881)


She could never rid herself of the sense that unhappiness was a state of disease – of suffering as opposed to doing. To do – it hardly mattered...

She could never rid herself of the sense that unhappiness was a state of disease – of suffering as opposed to doing. To do – it hardly mattered...

She could never rid herself of the sense that unhappiness was a state of disease – of suffering as opposed to doing. To do – it hardly mattered...

She could never rid herself of the sense that unhappiness was a state of disease – of suffering as opposed to doing. To do – it hardly mattered...