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The warmth and dignity of my flannel skirt and woolly sweater are worth far more to me now than patriotism or integrity.
People are complicated. There is so much more to everybody than you realize. You see someone in school every day, or at work, in the canteen, and you share a cigarette or a coffee with them, and you talk about the weather or last night’s air raid. But you don’t talk so much about what was the nastiest thing you ever said to your mother, or how you pretended to be David Balfour, the hero of Kidnapped, for the whole of the year when you were thirteen, or what you imagine yourself doing with the pilot who looks like Leslie Howard if you were alone in his bunk after a dance.
It’s like being in love, discovering your best friend.
FLY THE PLANE, MADDIE
Gloriously daft, drop-dead charming, full of bookish nonsense and foul language, brave and generous.
But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France—a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.
