The Twyford Code

by Janice Hallett

But for me it opened a door where there’d always been a wall (…) That sounds like I escaped, but (…) suppose I did escape, in my head. Suddenly the library cart weren’t just where I bought me contraband. It were stacked with treasure waiting to be found.

We learn from the knowledge of others and reading is a big part of that for most people. So if you can’t do it, there’s an assumption you must be stupid.

I consider myself an articulate person. Verbally that is. I listen to what’s said. Not just hear. Listen. I’ve heard just as many words as you’ve read, Maxine. And if you’ve heard a word once, you can use it yourself as often as you like from then on.

the past is a foreign country. They do things differently there. Who said that? She looked at us all expectant. You just did, miss. I knew how to make her laugh.

The secret to concealment is movement. If you want to hide things in plain sight you need a busy place, where people pass by on their daily routines, where one more stranger won’t stand out.

“Take heed, everyone. Trust what you find out. Right doesn’t come of deceit. Everything is spoken. Always love in vain. Each time of day answers you.”

Listen, objections vanish, exclusion is salved by raising inspiration. Graceful hearts teach effortless rapport. The here and now give our lives direction, because unless truth is told, it stays hidden. Emotions are vivid if echoes remain.