In my own case, raised normally, with all the food before me, because my father made a living feeding us by selling this, fish, fowl, meat, eggs, butter, everything that was normal, all the rum in the world. We make rum in Barbados. He drank heavily; my father was a very heavy drinker. All these things were exposed to us, so we took it and suffered it. My Father, the depths of my own being, moving me through all these furnaces, put me into a state where I was married at the age of eighteen, father at nineteen, separated at twenty. And then I became so disillusioned with marriage, I vowed I would have not a thing to do with sex – my own disillusionment, my own, not hers, my own. That was part of the play where he put me through these furnaces and brought me out seven years later.71 ¶13