“True enough,” said Mrs. Copperfield, bringing her fist down on the table and looking very mean. “I have gone to pieces, which is a thing I’ve wanted to do for years. I know I am as guilty as I can be, but I have my happiness, which I guard like a wolf, and I have authority now and a certain amount of daring, which, if you remember correctly, I never had before.”
My god I love Jane Bowles' Two Serious Ladies. I just finished it. I could read it over and over. The ending with Miss Goering and Mrs. Copperfield meeting like they met at the beginning before pursuing their own separate adventures - it gets me every time. Again from this scene, this is Mrs. Copperfield, mid-tipsy-rant:
"...I am only a step from desperation all the time and I am one of the few people I know who could perform an act of violence with the greatest of ease."
She waved her hand over her head.
"Acts of violence are generally performed with ease," said Miss Goering.
Now only if I can DESCRIBE what makes me love it so, these intense sane/insane mystical society ladies, the sly absurdist manuevers Bowles pulls.