When Anna gave up the fish—well, she hasn’t really. But she asked if it was sort of like the term “unfit.” That word that had been slapped onto her back, and used to throw her behind brick walls, steal her childhood, and cut off her chances of carrying on. I said that, yes, it was very much like that. She nodded. She said she had sympathy for the fish, then. Sympathy for the idea that once you name something, you tend to stop looking at it.
Once you name something you tend to stop looking at it - oh my heart...
