In the ‘middle of life’ – although this is only thirty-six – and with the …
How...how can I speak from my core; there is nil. I have turned thirty-six and will never have children. I am a shrivelled person, I have sucked myself dry; I am a figure of fun; an object for curiosity; an old maid; or I shall be, old; don't suppose I don't mind. I do mind.
— Dreaming of Dead People by Gabriel Josipovici, Rosalind Belben (Page 24)