Anne Homan-Mulock Kennard, Rachel (1894)
“ The intoxication of applause passes into my blood and burns it up. Do you think, after it is over, it is pleasant to return home prosaically, take my cup of soup, and go to bed, with despair and misery gnawing at my heart? No, I can assure you it is not; but I am obliged to! The public, the world, see the artist, but they forget the woman. ”
