Chapter 8
If only by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox.org by Christine Layman Oh, if one could only learn not to care, To be utterly indifferent storm or fair, And to say there's always pain with the joy I don't complain, For the sunshine draws the rain everywhere. Oh, if one could only learn not to feel, To be absolutely callous, false or real, And to let the world go by with a laugh to cap
its sigh, With a jest to meet its lie, cold as steel.
