Margaret Sanger

Autobiography of Margaret Sanger


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      Margaret Sanger

      Autobiography of Margaret Sanger

      Account of the Fight for a Birth Control

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      OK Publishing, 2020

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      EAN 4064066395766

       Chapter One FROM WHICH I SPRING

       Chapter Two BLIND GERM OF DAYS TO BE

       Chapter Three BOOKS ARE THE COMPASSES

       Chapter Four DARKNESS THERE AND NOTHING MORE

       Chapter Five CORALS TO CUT LIFE UPON

       Chapter Six FANATICS OF THEIR PURE IDEALS

       Chapter Seven THE TURBID EBB AND FLOW OF MISERY

       Chapter Eight I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP

       Chapter Nine THE WOMAN REBEL

       Chapter Ten WE SPEAK THE SAME GOOD TONGUE

       Chapter Eleven HAVELOCK ELLIS

       Chapter Twelve STORK OVER HOLLAND

       Chapter Thirteen THE PEASANTS ARE KINGS

       Chapter Fourteen O, TO BE IN ENGLAND

       Chapter Fifteen HIGH HANGS THE GAUNTLET

       Chapter Sixteen HEAR ME FOR MY CAUSE

       Chapter Seventeen FAITH I HAVE BEEN A TRUANT IN THE LAW

       Chapter Eighteen LEAN HUNGER AND GREEN THIRST

       Chapter Nineteen THIS PRISON WHERE I LIVE

       Chapter Twenty A STOUT HEART TO A STEEP HILL

       Chapter Twenty-one THUS TO REVISIT

       Chapter Twenty-two DO YE HEAR THE CHILDREN WEEPING?

       Chapter Twenty-three IN TIME WE ONLY CAN BEGIN

       Chapter Twenty-four LAWS WERE LIKE COBWEBS

       Chapter Twenty-five ALIEN STARS ARISE

       Chapter Twenty-six THE EAST IS BLOSSOMING

       Chapter Twenty-seven ANCIENTS OF THE EARTH

       Chapter Twenty-eight THE WORLD IS MUCH THE SAME EVERYWHERE

       Chapter Twenty-nine WHILE THE DOCTORS CONSULT

       Chapter Thirty NOW IS THE TIME FOR CONVERSE

       Chapter Thirty-one GREAT HEIGHTS ARE HAZARDOUS

       Chapter Thirty-two CHANGE IS HOPEFULLY BEGUN

       Chapter Thirty-three OLD FATHER ANTIC, THE LAW

       Chapter Thirty-four SENATORS, BE NOT AFFRIGHTED

       Chapter Thirty-five A PAST WHICH IS GONE FOREVER

       Chapter Thirty-six FAITH IS A FINE INVENTION

       Chapter Thirty-seven WHO CAN TAKE A DREAM FOR TRUTH?

       Chapter Thirty-eight DEPTH BUT NOT TUMULT

       Chapter Thirty-nine SLOW GROWS THE SPLENDID PATTERN

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      “‘Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?’ he asked. ‘Begin at the beginning,’ the King said, very gravely, ‘and go on till you come to the end: then stop.’

      LEWIS CARROLL

      The streets of Corning, New York, where I was born, climb right up from the Chemung River, which cuts the town in two; the people who live there have floppy knees from going up and down. When I was a little girl the oaks and the pines met the stone walks at the top of the hill, and there in the woods my father built his house, hoping mother’s “congestion of the lungs” would be helped if she could breathe the pure, balsam-laden air.

      My mother, Anne Purcell, always had a cough, and when she braced herself against the wall the conversation, which was forever echoing from room to room, had to stop until she recovered. She was slender and straight as an arrow, with head well set on sloping shoulders, black, wavy hair, skin white and spotless, and with wide-apart eyes, gray-green, flecked with amber. Her family had been Irish as far back as she could trace; the strain of the Norman conquerors