The Inferno by Henri Barbusse, Fiction, Literary in Bloomington, MN

You, my love, will be poor, so as to be more like all other women.
In order for us to live together I shall work all day and so be your servant. You will work affectionately for us both in this room -- and in my absence there will be nothing beside you but the pure, simple presence of your sewing machine. You will practice patience which is as long as life -- and maternity, which is as heavy as the world.