Angna Enters,
Among the Daughters
(1955)
“ All the patter about art ends, one way or another, in a discussion of love. Even Ilona, with her fetish-version of abstraction and purity, watches Ranna and Lucy hot-eyed, complaining that Lucy is corrupting him as an artist. Once, as they practiced, Ilona, her mouth pinched, said to me equivocally, "I never could marry a Hindu, could you?" I don't know which hunger is worse, no love at all strained into self-love, or disappointment in the act of love, which probably is one's own fault or insufficiency. There was another crisis when Demora had her first costume tryout. ”
