UNDERSTANDING, AND ONE'S OWN HOME
It's TERRIBLE when one can't get understanding in one's own family!
Papa has very little real sympathy for my advanced ideas. And as for Mamma!
Sometimes I think I shall WRITE!
Express myself, my real Ego, in Song.
Not rhymes, of course. If I worked a year I couldn't make two lines rhyme.
But rhyme is going out, anyhow.
Vers Libre is all the rage now.
We took it up not long ago — our Little Group of Serious Thinkers, you know — and I feel confident it is My Medium of Expression.
It is so untrammeled, isn't it?