It was an instinct to put the world in order that powered her mending split infinitives and snipping off dangling participles, smoothing away the knots and bumps until the prose before her took on a sheen, like perfect caramel.
“Conventionally, one looks at history as something of the past. But after Einstein, who knows what is in the past and what is in the present?”
“Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!”