"The funny thing is this. Before that spring and ever afterward I used to pride myself on being sensitive and understanding far beyond the range of most people. I marked out the lost and toungueless for my own, and I used to think, I understand them. I know what it is to do a pitiful evil bercause of knowing oneself unloved. I may be unloved myself, but boy, am I empathetic. Sometimes I even wrote about it.
"But for that little while," she said, "I forgot all about the emotionally undernourished. I became arrogant. I was loved, I was one of the haves, and one of the secrets of being a have is not wasting your time on empathy. I gorged myself on being loved until it came out of my ears, and when it was over I didn't realize it for a time because I was living off my fat. Proving - "