“For the first time ever I recognize something dangerously polemical about the point of view I have long maintained. When I remind myself that professed love cannot compare to something desperate and original, which part of me is speaking? The part at peace with my own competence, or the part that detests it, the part that longs to be swept away?”
Evie, p. 534 in Anthropology of an American Girl by Hilary Thayer Hamann
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