“Could you play ‘Fiddler on the Roof’?” father Thomas pleaded. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. "When I went through your trunk that first night, I discovered an envelope filled with manuscripts. Never. She never even graduated high school, and that has been a thorn in her side ever since.
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