Sublime

In my head on this particular day are Tomasini’s String Quartet in B flat major IV, the sound of a thousand butterflies dancing in a field one late summer, the cover illustration from a Penguin edition of Our Mutual Friend, a recipe for Key Lime cheesecake, the text of an A-level Geography book, and a pocket watch.

Mrs. Thorpe was a widow, and not a very rich one; she was a good-humoured, well-meaning woman, and a very indulgent mother. Her eldest daughter had great personal beauty, and the younger ones, by pretending to be as handsome as their sister, imitating her air, and dressing in the same style, did very well.

“But you know so many men,” said Ophelia, “isn’t there even one for you?” “They’re all adjectives,” said [Sophie], “they all make me feel modified;

A Little Princess (greatest vindication story ever), The Golden Compass (greatest animal character ever), and Little Women

Doctor was an unshakable identity, and Sylvie and her family, and all of Kent’s many friends, showed him their wounds and symptoms with a look that said, Can you fix me?

anteriorly to see how well the bits of a patient fit together