The Story of Mary MacLane

From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs "limbs"; from bedraggled white petticoats:
KIND DEVIL, DELIVER ME. From unripe bananas; from bathless people; from a waist-line that slopes up in the front:
KIND DEVIL, DELIVER ME. From an ordinary man; from a bad stomach, bad eyes, and bad feet:
KIND DEVIL, DELIVER ME. From red note-paper; from a rhinestone-studded comb in my hair; from weddings:
KIND DEVIL, DELIVER ME. At the age of 19 in 1901, MacLane wrote her first book, The Story of Mary MacLane. It sold 100,000 copies in the first month and was influential on young women, but was pilloried by conservative critics. Some critics have suggested that even by today's standards, MacLane's writing is raw, honest, unflinching, self-aware, sensual, and extreme. She wrote openly about egoism and her own self-love, about sexual attraction and love for other women, and even about her desire to marry the Devil.