For years I’ve read about the old school marms, usually found in Dickensian novels, whose only way of passing on erudition is by ridicule.
But it goes beyond what we read in Victorian novels; for some, it was a daily experience.
Was I always a skeptic, or at least an inveterate questioner? In exasperation, Mom once announced to the family that the first word I ever spoke was “why?”
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