From The House of Mirth

By Edith Wharton 

“Ah, no– she was too intelligent not to be honest with herself. She knew that she hated dinginess as much as her mother had hated it, and to her last breath she meant to fight against it, dragging herself up again and again above its flood ’till she gained the bright pinnacles of success which presented such a slippery surface to her clutch.”

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