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It was herself she placed between us and the powers of darkness
This summer. Has many redeeming qualities, but the continuing obituaries are not among them. All the people I read young.
Meg muttered, "It'd have been a lot easier if I could have gone on hating him."
Now it was Proginoskes's voice in her mind's ear, not Calvin's. "What would be easier?"
"Naming him."
"Would it? Don't you know more about him now?"
"Second-hand. I've never known him to do anything else nice."
"How do you suppose he feels about you?"
"He's never seen me except when I'm snarly," she admitted. She found herself almost laughing as she remembered Mr. Jenkins saying, 'Margaret, you are the most contumacious child it has ever been my misfortune to have in this office,' and she had had to go home and look up 'contumacious.'
—Madeleine L'Engle, A Wind in the Door (1973)
Meg muttered, "It'd have been a lot easier if I could have gone on hating him."
Now it was Proginoskes's voice in her mind's ear, not Calvin's. "What would be easier?"
"Naming him."
"Would it? Don't you know more about him now?"
"Second-hand. I've never known him to do anything else nice."
"How do you suppose he feels about you?"
"He's never seen me except when I'm snarly," she admitted. She found herself almost laughing as she remembered Mr. Jenkins saying, 'Margaret, you are the most contumacious child it has ever been my misfortune to have in this office,' and she had had to go home and look up 'contumacious.'
—Madeleine L'Engle, A Wind in the Door (1973)
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Thanks for posting that quotation.
(I live in a cave for the duration of the standard workday, I guess--)