Willing to Die
by Sheridan Le Fanu
I'm not an interesting person by any means. You will judge. I'll be the next forty-two birthdays. This anniversary will take place on the first day of May 1873; and I'm single. I don't look exactly like the old maid I am, they tell me. They say I don't look at five or thirty, and as I sit in front of a glass, I know there's nothing sour or intoxicating about my features. What does it even matter to me? I will definitely never marry; And to be honest, I don't mind pleasing someone. If I cared about how I looked, I would probably look worse than I did.
