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13 September 2010 @ 01:55 pm
"She can't help it."  
Trying to find a taxi, especially when traveling with the whole family at rush hour,she has been known to throw herself on her knees on the pavement of Park Avenue, with hands upraised, hoping some taxi driver with a sense of humor will stop, a practice frowned upon by her husband. Prone to exaggeration ("Of course I exaggerate — I'm a writer"), she can't resist making everything a little bigger than life, with hundreds becoming thousands and thousands becoming millions. She even refers to Chekhov's Three Sisters, as Four Sisters, and Orwell's 1984 as 1985. She can't help it.

All of you, whatever you are doing, stop right now and go and read this article about Madeleine L'Engle, by her husband, Hugh Franklin. It's beyond adorable.
Current Music: Birdsong
Catherineradiantlove on September 13th, 2010 04:26 am (UTC)
Ha! I love it, and I love her <3
Holly: joymrs617 on September 13th, 2010 07:42 am (UTC)
Eeeee! Sooo sweet!

And this is so me: "I don't have time — you're supposed to tell me when there's an article I should read"
Aseaaseas_words on September 13th, 2010 12:20 pm (UTC)

That's fantastic!

Just what I needed on a long, tired day. :-)
Marie: Quill peneattheolives on September 13th, 2010 01:50 pm (UTC)
ahhhh awesomeness. :D

(She is my FAVORITE.)
the love song of j. aimee prufrocke: dw | brighter than sunflowersfaeriemaiden on September 13th, 2010 10:56 pm (UTC)
Ohmygoodness. ♥ ♥ ♥ I've read about Hugh from Madeleine's perspective, but this is a TREAT. THE FIRST THING I DO WHEN I GET TO HEAVEN WILL BE TO HUG THEM BOTH. AND THEN GEEK OUT TOGETHER FOR A FEW CENTURIES.
Lau(ren)bornofstars on September 19th, 2010 03:35 am (UTC)
Thank you so much. I love them infinitely, goodness.