Young girls like the excess of any quality. Without knowing, they want to suffer, to suffer they must exaggerate; they like to have loud chords struck on them.
Elizabeth Bowensomehow at parties at which one stays standing up one seems to require to be more concentratedly intelligent than one does at those at which one can sit down.
Elizabeth BowenMemory must be patchy; what is more alarming is its face-savingness. Something in one shrinks from catching it out - unique to oneself, one's own, one's claim to identity, it implicates one's identity in its fibbing.
Elizabeth Bowen