"No fundo, é isso, a solidão: envolvermo-nos no casulo da nossa alma, fazermo-nos crisálida e aguardarmos a metamorfose, porque ela acaba sempre por chegar."
August Strindberg
My grandmother spent her teen years as a chambermaid in a Nantucket hotel during the summer. This was the 1920s. She once showed us a photo of her and the other young women in their uniforms, standing in front of the hotel. She pointed to two women in the group and said they were girlfriends.
“I didn’t even know women could do that!” she said, in a tone that was more delighted than scandalized.
