Do you know who this is?
As a literary metaphor, do you know who this is?
If you were a quixotic, book-obsessed child*, can you or can you not eff the ineffable place this character had in your hierarchy of good vs. evil? *Shar...this one's for you!
I can't, obviously, that's why I'm using a picture and a blog post to eff it for me. The movie, while an exquisite childhood memory, is not what I'm talking about, but you can't post a picture of a 400 page book. If you've read it, I hope you will understand me. If not, this post is already cryptic and will not improve.
Do you remember what she consolidated?
What she fought against, and the only thing she was vulnerable to? It was the shovel. More specifically, it was the force behind the musculature that moved it...and more than that, it was the force that allowed this to happen at all. The silencing.
On this note, I think that learning to talk is a lifelong endeavor for me. I used to be jealous of people who could do it well, until I realized they couldn't. They just used more words than me.
Does this seem scattered and inhomogeneous? Probably because I'm going through DT's. That's right. And when you give up a drug, you can use any metaphor you want to get through the first two weeks. That's not an apology.