Why should she give birth, though she had worked in a pottery, to an urn, to a stone angel, to the face of a crooked sundial? Why should she be, she screamed, this common clay, this tortured dust?’- from Miss Mac Intosh, My Darling by Marguerite Young…to whom this film is gratefully dedicated. – S.B.
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