It was not the right Iine to take. Telemachus got up on his high horse.(127p.)- P127
I then made the Is-this-all-the-thanks-I-get, you have-no-idea-what-I‘ve-been-through-for-your-sake, no-woman-should-have-to-put-up-with-this-sortof-suffering, I-might-as-well-kill-myself speech.(128p.)- P128
‘As the twig is bent, so will the tree grow,‘ I would say.
‘And that‘s just it!‘ she would cackle. ‘We don‘t want to bend the little twiggie, do we? Oh, nosie nosie no! We want him to grow straight and tall, and get the juicy goodness out of his nice big hunk of meat, without our crosspatch mummy making him all sad!‘ (129p.)- P129
