| 10:16p |
"Aunty Liz is seventeen and my mother taks to her as though she were totally grown up. Only the other day she told her she was just dying for a man, a real one, and was sick of raising two girls in a world just bristling with goddamn phallic symbols. Lizzy said yes, she knew how it was, time frittered by, and what you needed was a strong kind hand at the hem of your skirt. That's what the acoustics of this barn have to take.", Grace Paley. Stāstīts no trīspadsmit gadus vecas meitenes skatupunkta. |