Re: E-mail.
They're not, Claire. They are what they are. There isn't even a 'they.' Each one is... is each one. You can't make me out of them, just like you can't make me into them.
And if you were just that--stockings and spinsters and insignificant things--I don't think I'd like you so much. At least you get a salary, and you do what you do because... you can, I suppose.