Both hands up! "Sorry sorry, forget I mentioned it. Pretend I didn't."
A squint! "What's the Giver? Is it any good? Same with the poetry." He liked Poe. And that was it. Most poetry was Shakespearian and he hated it.
As she tries her milk tea and makes a face, Arthur worries instantly! "Ah, no good? Want some of my coffee? Or... I think there might be hot chocolate around here."
Clearly surprised, "Really? You like school? Do your best then. It must have changed since my time. What do you like about it?"
"Kill him?" Arthur looks pretty horrified. "I guess that's true, about weaknesses, even vampires have weaknesses, even if it's not the ones Bram Stoker conceptualized. He wrote the book Dracula." Since odds were against her reading that.
"I don't write annoying characters. I write funny characters, but everyone loves him most. And I wanted to write other things. History, serious journalism. I wrote a piece on the injustices in the Congo. Or on Indian travesties and prejudice. But all anyone ever knew about me was him. And they would write letters to me addressed to him. I don't hate him for existing, I hate him for being everything I'm not and never want to be. I wanted him to teach people to be more observant, and it worked, but they still like him more than me." He realizes he's being too serious and so casts it off with a giant smile. "Ah well~! It's nice how much of a gold mine he is!"
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A squint! "What's the Giver? Is it any good? Same with the poetry." He liked Poe. And that was it. Most poetry was Shakespearian and he hated it.
As she tries her milk tea and makes a face, Arthur worries instantly! "Ah, no good? Want some of my coffee? Or... I think there might be hot chocolate around here."
Clearly surprised, "Really? You like school? Do your best then. It must have changed since my time. What do you like about it?"
"Kill him?" Arthur looks pretty horrified. "I guess that's true, about weaknesses, even vampires have weaknesses, even if it's not the ones Bram Stoker conceptualized. He wrote the book Dracula." Since odds were against her reading that.
"I don't write annoying characters. I write funny characters, but everyone loves him most. And I wanted to write other things. History, serious journalism. I wrote a piece on the injustices in the Congo. Or on Indian travesties and prejudice. But all anyone ever knew about me was him. And they would write letters to me addressed to him. I don't hate him for existing, I hate him for being everything I'm not and never want to be. I wanted him to teach people to be more observant, and it worked, but they still like him more than me." He realizes he's being too serious and so casts it off with a giant smile. "Ah well~! It's nice how much of a gold mine he is!"