From the Bookshelf of Around the World…

Mrs Robinson was no comfort to her and never would be; she was the measure for Mama of how far she had fallen.

"Do you know what that boy told me today? That we shouldn't have chopped that tree down and then showed me which ones we should use, can you believe it? Didn't have all the words but did very well making his thoughts known. I told him we would use the wood that we saw fit since it was ours, not his, and did not trouble to conceal my feelings."

When I think of what they became to us and how long I have been thinking of them I would like to return to that day and stop the dray and shout at our ghostly memories and the natives: 'I am sorry. I am sorry for what is to come.'

"Watching Fred, I began to wonder if it was something other than interest and curiosity alone that drove his actions. He was so purposeful in what he did. Self doubt did not occur to him; he was able to look only at the thing, the task before him. I wished that I could do the same. My own self was mysterious t me. Oh, I knew what I did, but other than that I was invisible to myself...I did not know or see the difference that I made, the space I occupied in this world."

I know, my dear, I know. It's the expectations that hold you back. They'll kill you in the end, if you're not careful, suck the life right out of you. Run, I say. Run whenever you should have the chance, don't spare a glance back or you'll turn to salt or stone."