Sometimes it’s a mighty struggle to know what’s real and what’s just . . . a mirage.
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
At an earlier Awakening, she had decided that reality was whatever happened, whatever she perceived.
Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they're better.