quotable, part deux

this defaults as "deux", since i think this'll post for wednesday; but since i've not yet gone to bed, it's still *tuesday* in this house. :)

mrs. grose: love? i s'pose that's what she called it. it was more like a ... sickness. a fever that left the body burned out and dry.

there was no cruelty she wouldn't suffer.

if he struck her -- oh, yes, i'd seen him knock her to the floor...

she'd look at him as if she wanted the weight of his hand...
no pride...
no shame...
crawl to him on her hands and knees...

~~"the innocents", 1961