My poor mother
begged for a sheep
but raised a wolf.
by Charles Dickens
Random line: It was grand to see how the wind awoke, and bent the trees, and drove the rain before it like a cloud of smoke; and to hear the solemn thunder and to see the lightning; and while thinking with awe of the tremendous powers by which our little lives are encompassed, to consider how beneficent they are and how upon the smallest flower and leaf there was already a freshness poured from all this seeming rage which seemed to make creation new again. (page 254)
9.23 + the king of hell defending a service worker’s honour
EVEN THE KING OF GODDAMN HELL UNDERSTANDS
Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.