"...I told Mrs. Linden that I thought I was ready to retire, as I knew I should have an exciting and unusual day on the morrow. 'Very well,' she replied in her sweet way. She escorted me to a small elevator, which, by the way, was to be found in every home of the 2905 type. This I thought was a good idea too, as many women were actually tired out in my day, by going up and down stairs. I remarked to Mrs. Linden the convenience of it. She replied that the people used elevators more than stairs, and that they, too, were put in during the construction of the house. 'Did you not have elevators in your day, Miss Tillman?' 'Certainly.' I answered, "'In public buildings, but they were not common in private houses.' 'Queer,' she replied, 'that they did not think of putting them into use in all homes.'..."
Because of this, sad, sad has the whole day been to me. You must go forth and journey, far, very far. The time has come when you, the maiden, must go. The light boat ascends the great river. Your particular bitterness is to have none from whom you may claim support. I have cherished you. I have pondered over you. I have been increasingly gentle and tender to you. A child taken from those who have cared for it— On both sides separation brings the tears which will not cease. Facing this, the very centre of the bowels is knotted. It is your duty, you must go. It is scarcely possible to delay farther. ... ~Wei Ying-Wu (cited: Trans: F Ayscough & A Lowell, Fir-Flower Tablets
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