Cassandra (Dru)
Cassandra (Dru)
The ones who used to live here were clever- not so clever as to teach their servants not to answer the bell in the middle of the night to strangers, but nonetheless, well read. The library is full of books and when I can get a moment's peace I like to look at them. Daddy and my William read, too, but Grandmummy is not very interested in literature, only the news- fashion plates and gossip. This book here, Bullfinch's Mythology, is my favourite, and Grimm's Fairy Tales. Sometimes it is difficult to concentrate when things won't stop moving and all of them want to talk at once.
There are many things I am not allowed to do. The threads are so fine, and the pattern is so intricate, one wrong move can leave them impossibly tangled, and then where would we be? A stitch in time saves nine, as Mother said, a lesson I try to pass on to all my girls. Little girls, what a treasure they are! "I am fond of children (except for boys)," said Mister Dodson, and it is true they are precious pets, although they are very naughty.
Eyes are the window to the soul, they say. I am not allowed to go too near the windows. Even without a soul, eyes are useful things to have although sometimes they must be put out. An eye for an eye. My William's eyes are blue as cornflower and I can feel the sun when I look into them, but it does not burn me. Grandmummy's eyes are bright and hard,like diamond chips and when she is displeased they are sharp, too. Poor Daddy, he only sees what is on the surface of things although he likes to pretend. He is really rather outmatched, between Grandmummy and me.
I haven't time to properly attend to managing Daddy, so I am glad of Grandmummy, although when she brushes my hair she pulls and it hurts. Still I do like our girls' chats, and when she is pleased her hands are delightful. She knows how to hurt me just the right way, maybe even better than Daddy. Why is it that men are so inclined to give up so easily? Sometimes he brings me to the brink and then retreats. He would be fiendishly clever if he did it on purpose.
Oedipus' father heard the prophecy that his son would kill him, so he sent the baby to be left in the woods. As if he could get around the fates so easily! The boy grew up and returned to the city, falling in love with his mother, unknowing. When he found what he had done, he put out his eyes. Daddy does not worry that William will ever hurt him. When I look into Daddy's eyes they're so hot and bright that it hurts but I can't look away.
I am not his Mummy anymore. Daddy made him over and he will make him the way he likes, only if I am very good I may play too sometimes. My little Spike, he wants so much to please Daddy. It's touching to see him, trying so hard, even when he tells himself he is his own man. Little boys are made of snips and snails and puppy-dog's tails. I chose the bravest knight in the realm and made him mine with a kiss. Daddy is very pleased that I brought my lovely puppy home.
In the temple, she spent the night with her brother, and the snakes licked her ears so clean that she could hear the future. Slithering, gliding, whispering secrets. She had promised herself to the god Apollo as his consort but when she broke her pledge, he spat into her mouth and she was cursed.
If you all would just settle down and be patient, you will all have your turn. It's a wonder I can get anything done, with everybody clamouring for my attention all the time. I must have a strict routine or I shudder to think of the chaos. And never a moment's rest for the weary! Even when I sleep, I dream.
You all will get your turn, there's no need to clamour all at once. We have all the time in the world, you know.
The ones who used to live here were clever- not so clever as to teach their servants not to answer the bell in the middle of the night to strangers, but nonetheless, well read. The library is full of books and when I can get a moment's peace I like to look at them. Daddy and my William read, too, but Grandmummy is not very interested in literature, only the news- fashion plates and gossip. This book here, Bullfinch's Mythology, is my favourite, and Grimm's Fairy Tales. Sometimes it is difficult to concentrate when things won't stop moving and all of them want to talk at once.
There are many things I am not allowed to do. The threads are so fine, and the pattern is so intricate, one wrong move can leave them impossibly tangled, and then where would we be? A stitch in time saves nine, as Mother said, a lesson I try to pass on to all my girls. Little girls, what a treasure they are! "I am fond of children (except for boys)," said Mister Dodson, and it is true they are precious pets, although they are very naughty.
Eyes are the window to the soul, they say. I am not allowed to go too near the windows. Even without a soul, eyes are useful things to have although sometimes they must be put out. An eye for an eye. My William's eyes are blue as cornflower and I can feel the sun when I look into them, but it does not burn me. Grandmummy's eyes are bright and hard,like diamond chips and when she is displeased they are sharp, too. Poor Daddy, he only sees what is on the surface of things although he likes to pretend. He is really rather outmatched, between Grandmummy and me.
I haven't time to properly attend to managing Daddy, so I am glad of Grandmummy, although when she brushes my hair she pulls and it hurts. Still I do like our girls' chats, and when she is pleased her hands are delightful. She knows how to hurt me just the right way, maybe even better than Daddy. Why is it that men are so inclined to give up so easily? Sometimes he brings me to the brink and then retreats. He would be fiendishly clever if he did it on purpose.
Oedipus' father heard the prophecy that his son would kill him, so he sent the baby to be left in the woods. As if he could get around the fates so easily! The boy grew up and returned to the city, falling in love with his mother, unknowing. When he found what he had done, he put out his eyes. Daddy does not worry that William will ever hurt him. When I look into Daddy's eyes they're so hot and bright that it hurts but I can't look away.
I am not his Mummy anymore. Daddy made him over and he will make him the way he likes, only if I am very good I may play too sometimes. My little Spike, he wants so much to please Daddy. It's touching to see him, trying so hard, even when he tells himself he is his own man. Little boys are made of snips and snails and puppy-dog's tails. I chose the bravest knight in the realm and made him mine with a kiss. Daddy is very pleased that I brought my lovely puppy home.
In the temple, she spent the night with her brother, and the snakes licked her ears so clean that she could hear the future. Slithering, gliding, whispering secrets. She had promised herself to the god Apollo as his consort but when she broke her pledge, he spat into her mouth and she was cursed.
If you all would just settle down and be patient, you will all have your turn. It's a wonder I can get anything done, with everybody clamouring for my attention all the time. I must have a strict routine or I shudder to think of the chaos. And never a moment's rest for the weary! Even when I sleep, I dream.
You all will get your turn, there's no need to clamour all at once. We have all the time in the world, you know.