She made reasonable progress, entertained for me a vivacious, though perhaps not very profound, affection; and by her simplicity, gay prattle, and efforts to please, inspired me, in return, with a degree of attachment sufficient to make us both content in each other’s society.
I felt a conscientious solicitude for Adèle’s welfare and progress, and a quiet liking for her little self: just as I cherished towards Mrs. Fairfax a thankfulness for her kindness, and a pleasure in her society proportionate to the tranquil regard she had for me, and the moderation of her mind and character.
Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer...
so lacking in interest as to cause mental weariness
At six or seven I was slogging through Papa’s dull issues of National Geographic and Mama’s tepid copies of Reader’s Digest and her favorite murder mysteries.
But between my raids on the adults-only stuff, there were only the Sunday funnies (Brenda Starr), comic books (Archie, Little Lulu), and Heidi, reread in desperation until I could quote chunks of the text, mentally squeezing it for what I imagined to be hidden underneath.