think about a woman's life. it's a story about a woman in france long ago. it is a grim tale of heartless emotional exploitation and theft of a family fortune. and it seems a foregone conclusion, a collusion i'd say, her resignation is so complete, though she has a great quiet, sere dignity, and she takes the joys when they come, they come seldom, and move away.  joys move on, joys got places to go, people to visit, joyous sights to see.
think about what resignation means. in different societies and sexes, countries and eras. think why we hope for change and yet are so abjectly denied, how we are duped by the callow opportunists once again, once upon a time, it can't happen here, here we go again, selling our souls for a sou, a buck, a fuckeroo.