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<Text id=LesSuBD> <Author>Lessing, Doris</Author> <Title>The Summer Before the Dark</Title> <Edition>New York: Vintage Books, 1973</Edition> <note>Pagination stops at p. 138</note> <Date>1970-1973</Date> <body> <loc><locdoc>LesSuBD1</locdoc><milestone n=1> <div0 type=chapter n=1><div0.title>At Home</div0.title> A woman stood on her back step, arms folded, waiting. <p>Thinking? She would not have said so. She was trying to catch hold of something, or to lay it bare so that she could look and define; for some time now she had been " trying on " ideas like so many dresses off a rack. She was letting words and phrases as worn as nursery rhymes slide around her tongue: for towards the crucial experiences custom allots certain attitudes, and they are pretty stereotyped. <i>Ah yes, first love!</i>. <i>Growing up is bound to be painful!. My first child</i>, <i>you know. But I was in love!. Marriage is a</i> <i>compromise. I am not as young as I once was</i>. Of course, . . .