Imagine being invited to a banquet where you bring your own meal- and you brought a steak ,baked potatoes and asparagus with Boston cream pie for desert.
Joining you at that table were a sampling of the human diversity from your community. Across from you at this table was a mother with children who had nothing to bring- how much would you enjoy your meal without sharing it?
We only see what we really wanted to see, And hear what we are dying to hear, No one realizes that we hold this world In our palms, being buried in this oblivion Then this thought saves us from death, and every misfortune that comes before it.
Source: In this little nutshell called my brain...
... I was struck by the use, by all three, of the word it. Suzanne is "entitled to have it." Janet is compelled to "get rid of it." Kathleen needs to "get it out." It is no doubt shorthand; the word may refer generally to the galaxy of feeling that surrounds female appetite, to the blend of longing and constraint that underlies it, but I suspect it also refers to that ocean of sorrow, to a woman's awereness of its depth and her horror at the volume of need it inspires.
Source: Appetites: Why Women Want, Pages: 172..173