When I was ten, I read fairy stories in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

Seeing all the chattering faces, Paul was suddenly repelled by them. They were cheap masks locked on festering thoughts—voices gabbling to drown out the loud silence in every breast.

Fate definitely shines at minds that have turned exhaustive after trying hard.

Encyclopedia-selling was known to be the last resort of the feckless, the inept, and the desperate

Written By Margaret Atwood

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