I am nothing but a miserable, crushed worm, whom no one wants, whom no one loves, a useless creature with morning sickness, and a big belly, two rotten teeth, and a bad temper, a battered sense of dignity, and a love which nobody wants and which nearly drives me insane.
ATTRIBUTION:
Sophie Tolstoy (1844–1919), Russian diarist. A Diary of Tolstoy’s Wife, 1860-1891, entry for September 12, 1867 (1928).
