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How Literature Has Ruined Me, #7740
I was looking through sale items at a store online, and I came upon a certain skirt. "Hey!" I said to myself. "If I bought that skirt, I would be the Sympathetic Grown-Up in an E. Nesbit story!"
Then it occurred to me that I already am that model of Sympathetic Grown-Up. Mostly. Without quite so many self-contradictory class issues. And with more of a personal life than the later, C. S. Lewis model of Sympathetic Grown-Up.
I bought the skirt.
I hope it fits.
Then it occurred to me that I already am that model of Sympathetic Grown-Up. Mostly. Without quite so many self-contradictory class issues. And with more of a personal life than the later, C. S. Lewis model of Sympathetic Grown-Up.
I bought the skirt.
I hope it fits.
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This is why I wear mostly skirts and dresses and jeans and not so much in the way of trousers, honestly.
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To be honest, the skirt is short, so it's more mod than strict Nesbit would allow. But this is the only way it will work at all with my hair Burne-Jonesing all over the place, so it's all right.
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But I wouldn't call that "mod" at all, so your platonic ideal of a Nesbit skirt is probably different.
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I think it's the buttons, maybe.
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My monitor is covered with tea. I hope you're happy, Mris.