Anaïs Nin is the opposite of linear. She goes all over the place in her paragraphs, and all over the place in a single sentence. There is no sequence to anything, all her experiences and thoughts merge and are mixed up in a crazy collage.
Obviously she writes as she thinks: as a woman, and women do not think like men. Men are chained to logic, sequence, cause and effect. Women are more concerned with the opposite, whatever that might be, and actually I don't care because it seems somehow false, although I admit that's only because I'm not a woman.
I have feminine aspects to my personality, but not enough to embrace that kind of thinking, or that kind of writing.
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