Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment. - Virginia Woolf

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

In the past, the virtue of women's writing often lay in its divine spontaneity ... But it was also, and much more often, chattering and garrulous ... In future, granted time and books and a little space in the house for herself, literature will become for women, as for men, an art to be studied. Women's gift will be trained and strengthened. The novel will cease to be the dumping-ground for the personal emotions. It will become, more than at present, a work of art like any other, and its resources and its limitations will be explored.

For I am more selves than Neville thinks. We are not simple as our friends would have us to meet their needs. Yet love is simple.