it being her experience that religious ecstasy made people callous
Miss Kilman would do anything for the Russians, starved herself for the Austrians
but in private inflicted positive torture, so insensitive was she
dressed in a green mackintosh coat
They called her shallow, vapid, self-absorbed. Said she did nothing with her life but throw parties, and what good did that do? But I couldn’t criticize her, and what kept running through my head when I tried was we’re all sinners.
Am I Miss Kilman then? But Miss Kilman does hate her, a truly religious person couldn’t hate her because a truly religious person couldn’t hate.
So; enlightened martyr or apologist for selfishness? She does nothing with her life but throw parties–but most people do nothing with their lives, don’t they? And a good party–most people have no appreciation for the look of a room. But a good party is something.
“Yes, yes, but your parties–what’s the sense of your parties?”
all she could say was (and nobody could be expected to understand)
they’re an offering