"The iron mould the family cast us in and would not allow us to break, the time-worn rules difficult to overturn, the mindless traditions imprisoning the girl in a life of trivialities...I yearned continually to escape from my time and place. The time was an age of subjection, repression and dissolution into nothingness; the place was the prison of the house. Some come into this world to find the way smoothly paved before them; others arrive to find it thorny and rough. Fate threw me on to a rough path and on it I began my journey up the mountain. I carried the rock and endured the fatigue of the endless ascents and descents. Great expectations and soaring dreams are not enough; even sheer will-power is not sufficient. I realised that action is the obverse of the coin, the reverse being dream and will-power. I determined to do business with this two-sided coin: will and action."