I’ve felt i could do anything, even with one hand tied behind my back. If i put my mind to it. If I worked hard enough. If i got the chance.

I went to Springfield. There I met a lush,
Whose father just deceased left him a fortune.
He married me when drunk. My life was wretched.
A year passed and one day they found him dead.
That made me rich. I moved on to Chicago.
After a time met Tyler Rountree, villain.
I moved on to New York. A gray-haired magnate
Went mad about me—so another fortune.
He died one night right in my arms, you know.
(I saw his purple face for years thereafter.)
There was almost a scandal. I moved on,
This time to Paris. I was now a woman,
Insidious, subtle, versed in the world and rich.

Poem by Edgar Lee Masters, Dora Williams

I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
Quotation from F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby