The money has always been wasted on me. I don't care for beautiful
things, funnily enough. I am my father's daughter. The things that
excite me are the smell of a wood-burning stove, uncultivated fields.
My house is decaying and falling to pieces. It's not had the love it
deserves over twenty years. My soul desires a pre-industrial world and
since I can't have that I don't really care for anything
material.