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January 29, 2005
Danger in Love
Joan Price was our only star. I loved her without knowing what love was. Not having yet read William Blake, I told my love, though not to my love, and discovered that the rest of the boys knew what love was. Love was kissing. In the playground a gang tried to force us to kiss. The mask of fury of a girl can be terrifyingly adult. Joan Price beat me with her hard little fists. I learned, and have never unlearned, that falling in love is dangerous.
-Anthony Burgess, Little Wilson and Big God
Posted by lainey at January 29, 2005 10:24 AM