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Annie on My Mind

  • Raquelhas quoted3 years ago
    “Don’t let ignorance win,” said Ms. Stevenson. “Let love.”
  • Vio Lettahas quotedlast year
    Female Homosexuality, by Frank S. Caprio. Sappho Was a Right-On Woman, by Abbott and Love. Patience and Sarah—our old friend—by Isabel Miller. The Well of Loneliness, by Radclyffe Hall.
  • Nayhas quoted2 years ago
    “The one thing that having a temper has taught me, Liza,” she said, “is that most of the time it’s better to do one’s exploding in private.
  • roaalfateh969has quoted3 months ago
    3
    Mrs. Poindexter didn’t look up when I went into her office. She was a stubby gray-haired woman who wore rimless glasses on a chain and always looked as if she had a pain somewhere. Maybe she always did, because often when she was thinking up one of her sardonically icy things to say she’d flip her glasses down onto her bumpy bosom and pinch her nose as if her sinuses hurt her. But I always had the feeling that what she was trying to convey was that the student she was disciplining was what really gave her the pain. She could have saved herself a lot of trouble by following the school charter: “The Administration of Foster Academy shall guide the students, but the students shall govern themselves.” But I guess she was what Mr. Jorrocks, our American history teacher, would call a “loose constructionist,” because she interpreted the charter differently from most people.
    “Sit down, Eliza,” Mrs. Poindexter said, still not looking up. Her voice sounded tired and muffled—as if her mouth were full of gravel.
    I sat down. It was always hard not to
  • roaalfateh969has quoted3 months ago
    cause she interpreted the charter differently from most
  • mercy muchirihas quoted3 months ago
    Are you happy, did you find what you wanted to find in California? Are you singing? You must be, but you haven’t said so in your letters. Do other people get goose-bumps when you sing, the way I used to? Annie,
  • mercy muchirihas quoted3 months ago
    Dear Annie, It’s raining, raining the way it did when I met you last November, drops so big they run together in ribbons, remember? Annie, are you
  • mercy muchirihas quoted3 months ago
    Annie, are you all right?
  • lizzywills2005has quoted3 months ago
    raining, Annie.
    Liza—Eliza Winthrop—stared in surprise at the words she’d just written; it was as if they had appeared without her bidding on the page before her. “Frank Lloyd Wright’s house at Bear Run, Pennsylvania,” she had meant to write, “is one of the earliest and finest examples of an architect’s use of natural materials and surroundings to …”
    But the gray November rain splashed insistently against the window of her small dormitory room, its huge drops shattering against the glass as the wind blew.
    Liza turned to a fresh page in her notebook and wrote:
    Dear Annie,
    It’s raining, raining the way it did when I met you last November, drops so big they run together in ribbons, remember?
    Annie, are you all right?
    Are you happy, did you find what you wanted to find in California? Are you singing? You must be, but you haven’t said so in your letters. Do other people get goosebumps when you sing, the way I used to?
    Annie, the other day I saw a woman who reminded me of your grandmother, and I thought of you, and your room, and the cats, and your father telling stories in his cab when we went for that drive on Thanksgiving. Then your last letter came, saying you’re not going to write any more till you hear from me.
    It’s true I haven’t written since the second week you were in music camp this summer. The
  • Vio Lettahas quotedlast year
    what I could say that wouldn’t sound phony.
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