Mixture of Frailties

“It’s a muddle, thought Monica. A muddle and I can’t get it straight. I wish I knew what I should do. I wish I even knew what I want to do…I want to go on in the life that has somehow or other found me and claimed me. And I want so terribly to be happy. Oh god, don’t let me slip under the surface of all the heavy-hearted dullness that seems to claim so many people.”

A Mixture of Frailties is so mu...