I find, in all the writings of women, a strange muffled quality, as if the living word, as it left the lips, had been hastily suppressed and another substituted, one which would conform to some pattern imposed from without. [...] I am trying, from the living urge of my own life, to force open channels of communication so far mostly closed. [...] To press out naked into the dark spaces of life is perhaps to build a small part of the path along which others like myself wish to travel.