Thanks! Jogged some brain cells
From the newspaper article:
[...]
"How many radical feminists, artists, individualists, wild poets of bygone eras were trapped like animals in cages of religious dogma and social/familial stigma, forced to toe the moral line, marry against the grain of their soul, live a narrow and constricted life that their own deepest spirit recoiled against every minute of every single day? "
made me think of this from 1751:
[...]
"Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air."
Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard, Thomas Gray
plus ça change, plus cÂest la même chose.
