Mar 27, 2018
"I don't want you to be like me," cried Sam, annoyed, "don't be such a dope. I only want you to think the way I do: and not even that if you have good reasons for your convictions.
Louie grinned sarcastically, "You say so: but you're always trying to make me think like you; I can't."
He became silent and walked along, dropping her hand, in a dignified stride. She felt terribly ashamed of herself: why couldn't she be civil, after the four ice-cream sodas for her and Clare? But as sure as he opened his mouth, she knew, she would begin to groan and writhe like any Prometheus; she smiled apologetically, "It's the nature of the beast."
C Stead, The Man Who Loved Children. New York, 1995 (1940.) hbk, 357.
