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.
“Poetry and music are very good friends. Like mommies and daddies and strawberries and cream - they go together.”
“Democracy, it appears, is a bit chancy. But its chances also depend on what we do ourselves.”