Wake up! Wake up! It’s a dark and stormy night, and you’ve been sleeping under an old patchwork quilt on an old brass bed in your attic bedroom! The house is shaking with the wild lashings of the wind, and the clouds scudding frantically across the sky leave the strangest moon-shadows rushing across the floor! How can everyone else in the house be asleep on a night like tonight, when it seems as though any moment the roof will be torn clean off the house, and you tossed out into the rippling night sky, to land who knows where? —But you
I have not even read a Wrinkle in Time, I had no idea what this post was about, but I imagined all the Chosen Ones in other stories getting this treatment and I ended up giggling away to myself.
“the more time you spend in mental retreat indulging in what you think of as a “rich inner life” but what is in effect a non-stop fantasia of unmerited vengeance, grudge-nursing, and self-delusion, the worse your personality gets. And we just came here to tell you that we don’t like you.”
Instead of reading the entirety of "Wrinkle," my seventh graders and I are just going to stop after this^^^ chapter, and move on to "A Year Down Yonder" instead.
Oh my god, Danny, this cut right through the virus depression and fascism panic and made me LAUGH OUT LOUD. These books deeply moved me when I was 14 and the parameters of what I could imagine as humanist dissent from the conservative theology I was being fed were... NOT WIDE. "The Book of Genesis (his choice)," Dona Nobis Pacem, and the Breastplate of St. Patrick were basically it. This is hilarious!!!
reread a wrinkle in time this spring and it made me feel acutely embarrassed not comforted and amused as i had hoped. so much specialness!!
also, thank you for pointing out that charles wallace IS kind of a creep.
I have not even read a Wrinkle in Time, I had no idea what this post was about, but I imagined all the Chosen Ones in other stories getting this treatment and I ended up giggling away to myself.
“the more time you spend in mental retreat indulging in what you think of as a “rich inner life” but what is in effect a non-stop fantasia of unmerited vengeance, grudge-nursing, and self-delusion, the worse your personality gets. And we just came here to tell you that we don’t like you.”
I KNEW IT.
:( But I liked A Wrinkle in Time.
Mostly because I could identify with Meg feeling like a total loser.
Come to think of it, Charles Wallace was probably on the spectrum.
Instead of reading the entirety of "Wrinkle," my seventh graders and I are just going to stop after this^^^ chapter, and move on to "A Year Down Yonder" instead.
Oh my god, Danny, this cut right through the virus depression and fascism panic and made me LAUGH OUT LOUD. These books deeply moved me when I was 14 and the parameters of what I could imagine as humanist dissent from the conservative theology I was being fed were... NOT WIDE. "The Book of Genesis (his choice)," Dona Nobis Pacem, and the Breastplate of St. Patrick were basically it. This is hilarious!!!
"not worth teaching Quaker geometry to" -- you cut me to the quick, madam!
PERFECTION.