And suddenly she hid her face in her hands, as if it was more than she could face.

Katie was smoothing her hair.
"Katie, as the days went on it was just as hard to believe that the world of the opera was the same world I was working in--right there in the same city--as it had been the first night to believe it was the same world as Centralia.

I learned two things.

One was that the Something Somewhere was there.

The other that it was not there for me.
"The world was full of things I couldn't understand, but I could understand--a little better--the woman who wore the white furs.
"Oh Katie, you get so tired--you get so dead--all day long putting suspenders in a box--or making daisies--or addressing envelopes--or trying to remember whether it was apple or custard pie-- "And you don't get tired just because your back aches--and your head aches--and your hands ache--and your feet ache--you get tired--that kind of tired--because the city doesn't care how tired you get! "I often wondered why I went on, why any of them went on.