from Saturday, p. 66:
What were these authors of reputation doing — grown men and women of the twentieth century — growing supernatural powers to their characters? He never made it all the way through a single one of those irksome confections. And written for adults, not children. In more than one, heroes and heroines were born with or sprouted wings — a symbol, in Daisy’s term, of their liminality; naturally, learning to fly became a metaphor for bold aspiration.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
