“There’s a word for that, you know. In English.” “I’d rather not know it, then,” said Vern. Gogo nodded. “Why not?” “Because without a name for it, it’s just something I am. A part of life. Once it’s got a name, I know that means someone has studied it, dissected it, pulled it apart. When something has a name, they can say it’s bad,” said Vern, and she didn’t want to hear anybody else’s thoughts on what was bad anymore.
