APS TOGETHER
Day 8
Villette by Charlotte BrontëChapter XIII
November 22, 2022 by Yiyun Li
Lucy in the garden, just as Alice in the Garden of Live Flowers, though here the flowers are more threatening than the tiger lilies and daisies.
The eyes of the flowers had gained vision, and the knots in the tree-boles listened like secret ears.
Lucy calls the saints “gasconading rascals” and the religious writing “priestcraft” and “monkery.” Who wouldn’t want a mind like hers? (Plus, I love that she sent me to the dictionary for the word gasconade and its etymology.)
This duel of willfulness between Lucy and Madame Beck: a drama more thrilling than any romance.
Loverless and inexpectant of love, I was as safe from spies in my heart-poverty, as the beggar from thieves in his destitution of purse.
