[I was one of] all the gay, warmhearted girls who had [entered] the nineties in their teens, or who turned twenty early in the century. And [who] felt it was up to them to be doing something about saving the world . . . and in the world in which we lived proudly, real things were positive and not relative. We were unbitten by reality, psychoanalysis or war. We came to maturity in what was really for women a golden age. Since we had the feeling that we were important civic factors who could put in a thumb almost anywhere and pull out a plum, ranging from votes for women to a fine new building law . . . me with my youth spent in the Vanguard, and thinking of myself as immensely up to date.