“Frank had never particularly prized kindness in people. His mother hadn't taught him to, he supposed. He'd always been drawn to characters, people with talent or ambition or a taste of fun. The kind of people who, like Frank, tended to put themselves first. Even with Cleo, it was her intelligence and sexual charge he'd been drawn to; he'd never once considered whether she was a good person. Now watching her pull scarves from her bag like a magician flourishing handkerchiefs from a hat, he realized he'd been wrong. Fun was fine when you were young, but as you got older it was kindness that counted, kindness that showed up.”
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Coco Mellors,
Cleopatra and Frankenstein