She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.
[Puggles] "What population signs on willingly for slavery?" "You mean other than wives?" [Glinda]
There were more ways to live than the ones given by one's superiors
No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.
If you have an ancestor who is a Benedictine monk, we would rather not know it.
...but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn't hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.