Once a reading of a book is under way, and we sink into the experience, a performance of a sort begins…
We perform a book – we perform a reading of a book. We perform a book, and we attend the performance.
(As readers, we are both the conductor and the orchestra, as well as the audience.)
Because by now she’d begun to forget that inside of her were two souls, and these souls kept quite and cried without tears in the dark prison of her powerful body. In their place there grew inside Marilena’s body a whole new soul, fat and gluttonous, obnoxious and fun-loving, greedy and tactless, charming when this was advantageous to her and grim when it wasn’t.
It’s no secret, of course, that souls sometimes die within a person and are replaced by others - especially with age.
'Little girls,' said Miss Brodie, ' come and observe this.'
They clustered round the open door while she pointed to a large poster pinned with drawing-pins on the opposite wall within the room. It depicted a man’s big face. Underneath were the words ‘Safety First’.
'This is Stanley Baldwin who got in as Prime Minister and got out again ere long,' said Miss Brodie. 'Miss Mackay retains him on the wall because she believes in the slogan “Safety First”. But Safety does not come first. Goodness, Truth and Beauty come first. Follow me.'