The Haunting of Hill House
@libertad gave me The Haunting of Hill House by SHirley Jackson for my b-day and i really like it. He got it for me because I loved the Lottery from her. Anywho this passage in it really was great to me, i really love it, and made me think this is exactly how i feel. This is exactly why I will always use a small fork, sure I can use a big fork but i will always choose a small fork no matter what people say about it....
Here is the passage (some background Eleanor is a 30 year old woman on her way to Hill House after spending the last 11 years taking care of her mother and sister)
and the little girl's mother said calmly, "she wants her cup of stars"
Eleanor looked up, surprised; the little girl was sliding back in her chair, sullenly refusing her milk, while her father frowned and her brother giggled and her mother said calmly "she wants her cup of starts"
Indeed yes, Elanor thought; indeed, so do I; a cup of stars of course.
"her little cup" the mother was explaining, smiling apologetically at the waitress, who was thunderstruck at the thought that the mill's good country milk was not rich enough for the little girl, "it has stars in the bottom and she always drinks her milk from it at home. She call it her cup of starts because she can see the stars while she drinks her milk" The waitress nodded, unconvinced, and the mother told the little girl, "you'll have your milk from your cup of starts tonight when we get home. But just for now, just to be a very good little girl, will you take a little milk from this glass?"
Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on our cup of stars; once they have trapped yo into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glance at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling , wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl , Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl
I love it!
Here is the passage (some background Eleanor is a 30 year old woman on her way to Hill House after spending the last 11 years taking care of her mother and sister)
and the little girl's mother said calmly, "she wants her cup of stars"
Eleanor looked up, surprised; the little girl was sliding back in her chair, sullenly refusing her milk, while her father frowned and her brother giggled and her mother said calmly "she wants her cup of starts"
Indeed yes, Elanor thought; indeed, so do I; a cup of stars of course.
"her little cup" the mother was explaining, smiling apologetically at the waitress, who was thunderstruck at the thought that the mill's good country milk was not rich enough for the little girl, "it has stars in the bottom and she always drinks her milk from it at home. She call it her cup of starts because she can see the stars while she drinks her milk" The waitress nodded, unconvinced, and the mother told the little girl, "you'll have your milk from your cup of starts tonight when we get home. But just for now, just to be a very good little girl, will you take a little milk from this glass?"
Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on our cup of stars; once they have trapped yo into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glance at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling , wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl , Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl
I love it!


