Then, having somewhat composed her thoughts, she wrote this letter to Maxim Waldron: My Dear Wally: I am writing you without date or place, just as I shall write my father, because whatever happens, I insist that you two let me go my way in peace, without trying to find, or hamper, or importune me.

My mind is fully made up.

Nothing can change it.

We have come to the parting of the ways, forever.
Though I may feel bitterly toward you for what I now understand as your harsh and cruel attitude toward the world, and the role you play as an exploiter of human labor, I shall not reproach you.

You simply cannot see these things as I have come to see them since my feet have been set upon the road toward Socialism.