from _The Female Man_

	In my other incarnation I live out such a plethora
	of conflict that you wouldn't think I'd survive,
	would you, but I do; I wake up enraged, go to sleep
	in numbed despair, face what I know perfectly well
	is condescension and abstract contempt, get into
	quarrels, shout, fret about people I don't even
	know, live as if I were the only woman in the world
	trying to buck it all, work like a pig, strew my
	whole apartment with notes, articles, books, get
	frowsy, don't care, become stridently contentious,
	sometimes laugh and weep within five minutes
	together out of pure frustration. It takes me two
	hours to get to sleep and an hour to get up. I
	dream at my desk. I dream all over the place. I'm
	very badly dressed.  But O how I relish my
	victuals! And O how I fuck!