Joyce, I'm Not a Domestic Animal, I Suppose I Am an Artist.

"There's so much joyce stuff to talk about. I want to tell, I got to read you a little bit from a letter that Joyce wrote during this time in Trieste," she says. "Sometimes when I think of the free and happy life with which I have or had every talent to live, I am in a fit of despair." She adds: "I do not wish to rival the atrocities of the average husband, and I shall wait till I see my way more clearly"