"I hadn’t even let myself realize he was going away. There would be a long time for realizing it after he’d gone. (337)"
- I Capture the Castle, Dodie Smith
After another scan, he points at the tiny blob on the screen. Eighty-nine percent of pregnancies are that small or smaller at termination. “That’s what we’re fighting about. To people against abortion, that’s a person. And that’s more important than the woman.”
"There are no metrics for how quickly a group should recover from legally enforced subordination, and no statistical rendering of ongoing racial inequalities could match the explanatory power of a ‘Colored Only’ sign."
If you want to be a beautiful writer, not wanting to connect your illness to your brilliance is nearly impossible.
The anorexic’s chronic renunciation—her “pure defiance,” to quote Osgood—makes for a truly delusional, almost Dickensian world view, wherein people’s inner qualities correlate to their physical attributes. Unlike other kinds of addictions, anorexia disguises itself as virtue. The anorexic is a modern-day phrenologist, searching for saintliness and vice in the bone structure of strangers. She is at once insane, dying, and inhumane.
Name: Krack (Nite Version)