I didn't finish the stories until we went to the Philippines and I got malaria. I couldn't work and I didn't have any money, but I had seven stories. So I wrote three or four more.
“There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.”
“I can't walk down the street with my head up. I'm not a hat wearer, but now I'm a hat wearer.”