She was sorry about forsaking him, but could not bring herself to embrace such a maidenly future, bored, unchallenged, sequestered in a castle—however accommodating it might be, however prone to the lighting of fires and the laying out of meals—that offered by way of companionship only a monster obsessed with contemplating his own sins. She fled because life in the beast's castle was more comfortable but not, in its deepest heart, substantially different from the life she'd lived at home.
Michael Cunningham, from A Wild Swan














