I wonder whether you can understand.

The world used to seem to me divided into two classes that never met--we performing people and the public, the thousand white faces that looked at us and went away and talked to other white faces and forgot all about performing animals till they came next time.

Now I've got what I wanted.
See?
I'm one of the public." "And you love Philistia better than Bohemia ?" I asked.
She knitted her brows and looked at me puzzled.
"If you want to talk to me," she said, "you must talk straight.

I've had no more education than a tinker's dog." She made this peculiar announcement, not defiantly, not rudely, but appealingly, graciously.

It was not a rebuke for priggishness; it was the unpresentable statement of a fact.