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  <date_added>Sun Oct 25 17:24:42 -0700 2009</date_added>
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    <body><![CDATA[I liked sad things when I was a child. I probably still do like sad things, the lovely feeling of loss and connection one gets when unfortunate things happen to imaginary people in books. I would beg my Grandma Dory to read me <em>The Little Match Girl</em> over and over, and I would weep giant crocodile tears of pain and empathy at the girl's frozen body, the grandmother and the candles, the matches all struck and burnt down to a flash of pain and then the letting go...<br/><br/>Charlotte is something of this for me, but it's worse, her little spider body grown stiff and brittle and almost silly. I don't know why I think about the corpses these ladies leave, but there's something incredibly sad about how Charlotte diminishes from this great spinning speaking voice into a dead bug. Sad, so so sad. <br/><br/>I'm reading this to the boy, and I'm not sharing. No sadness for you Richard, I get to do this to the kids on my own. ]]></body>
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