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'People are kind,' said Claire. 'The people I know, anyway. Mrs Hedges, and Maureen, and John, and Mrs Cramp at school. Cousin Margaret, even.'
'What a benevolent girl you are. Do be careful -- stoking the fire with one arm like that.'
'I am being. It's funny what a lot of things you don't need two arms for. Why am I benevolent?'
'Finding people kind.'
'Aren't they?'
'Individually, yes,' said Aunt Susan. 'Collectively, seldom. Have a slice of my cake.'
(From The House in Norham Gardens, Penelope Lively, which I've just reread.)
And this is why we should all get off Twitter and return the the Land of Journal. The End.
(The other passage from this book that particularly resonated with me on this reread takes place in a butcher's shop, but I'm too lazy to type it all out.)
'What a benevolent girl you are. Do be careful -- stoking the fire with one arm like that.'
'I am being. It's funny what a lot of things you don't need two arms for. Why am I benevolent?'
'Finding people kind.'
'Aren't they?'
'Individually, yes,' said Aunt Susan. 'Collectively, seldom. Have a slice of my cake.'
(From The House in Norham Gardens, Penelope Lively, which I've just reread.)
And this is why we should all get off Twitter and return the the Land of Journal. The End.
(The other passage from this book that particularly resonated with me on this reread takes place in a butcher's shop, but I'm too lazy to type it all out.)