12/27/2023 0 Comments Mysword mynotes edit![]() 27 “It’s like a penny,” she said once, eyes closed. And they, they had been on Venus all their lives, and they had been only two years old when last the sun came out and had long since forgotten the color and heat of it and the way it really was. And then, of course, the biggest crime of all was that she had come here only five years ago from Earth, and she remembered the sun and the way the sun was and the sky was when she was four in Ohio. ![]() Only when they sang about the sun and the summer did her lips move as she watched the drenched windows. When the class sang songs about happiness and life and games her lips barely moved. If they tagged her and ran, she stood blinking after them and did not follow. And this was because she would play no games with them in the echoing tunnels of the underground city. But she did not move rather she let herself 100 be moved only by him and nothing else.They edged away from her, they would not look at her. frail Something frail is weak and easily broken. 24 “Speak when you’re spoken to.” slackening Something that is slackening is slowing down. 22 “What’re you looking at?” said William. Now she stood, separate, staring at the rain and the loud wet world beyond the huge glass. She was an old photograph dusted from an album, whitened away, and if she spoke at all her voice would be a ghost. She was a very frail girl who looked as if she had been lost in the rain for years and the rain had washed out the blue from her eyes and the red from her mouth and the yellow from her hair. ![]() 18 “Where’s teacher?” 19 “She’ll be back.” 20 “She’d better hurry, we’ll miss it!” 21 They turned on themselves, like a feverish wheel, all tumbling spokes. Now the rain was slackening, and the children were crushed in the great thick windows. 15 “I did,” said Margot.“I did.” 16 “William!” said the teacher. 14 “Aw, you didn’t write that!” protested one of the boys. And they had written small stories or essays or poems about it: I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just one hour.That was Margot’s poem, read in a quiet voice in the still classroom while the rain was falling outside. About how like a lemon it was, and how hot. MyNotes 13 All day yesterday they had read in class about the sun.
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