I joined another circle and the leader gave us a little leaflet in very small print, asking us to read it carefully and then come prepared to ask questions.
AGNES SMEDLEYI joined another circle and the leader gave us a little leaflet in very small print, asking us to read it carefully and then come prepared to ask questions.
AGNES SMEDLEYFor the first week of the Sian events I was a first aid worker in the streets of Sian.
AGNES SMEDLEYIt is not a national question concerning India any longer; it is purely international.
AGNES SMEDLEYI was learning that books and diagrams can be evil things if they deaden the mind of man and make him blind or cynical before subjection of any kind.
AGNES SMEDLEYLike all my family and class, I considered it a sign of weakness to show affection; to have been caught kissing my mother would have been a disgrace, and to have shown affection for my father would have been a disaster.
AGNES SMEDLEYNo one yet knows what a man’s province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial.
AGNES SMEDLEYI have no objection to a man being a man, however masculine that may be.
AGNES SMEDLEYThe highest joy is to fight by the side of those who for any reason of their own making or ours, are unable to develop to full human stature.
AGNES SMEDLEYShe said little, especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners.
AGNES SMEDLEYI would not let it ruin me as it ruined others! I would speak only with money, hard money.
AGNES SMEDLEYEverybody calls everybody a spy, secretly, in Russia, and everybody is under surveillance. You never feel safe.
AGNES SMEDLEYI believe only in money, not in love or tenderness. Love and tenderness meant only pain and suffering and defeat.
AGNES SMEDLEYMuch that we read of Russia is imagination and desire only.
AGNES SMEDLEYThere’s something dreadfully decisive about a beheading.
AGNES SMEDLEYI have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.
AGNES SMEDLEYNew York was a new and strange world. Vast, impersonal, merciless.
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