“What a shame that people so seldom do know what’s best for them,” Calliope said sagely, always enjoying getting to play one-part agony aunt, two-parts orator, with just a dash of the philosopher thrown in.
(The biggest downside of living alone was that no one was around to hear her wit and wisdom at the best of times, save a six-year-old and some staff who sadly didn’t know Aristotle from a troll.)
Calliope considered Mr. Devine’s apparent position, and thought back to Miss Nott’s own brother and his arranged marriage. A pity one didn’t have enough hands to make marionettes of the whole world, and pull the strings for all of society. “And men most of all,” Calliope concluded, deciding once and for all that Seraphina had some string attached to the Devines’.
Calliope had a wonderfully intricate metaphor about interwoven threads of fate and such tangles leading to downfalls of destiny on the tip of her tongue, being spun about her mind - but since it would take rather too much effort to explain, she merely sighed and helped herself to a second slice of cake.
(The biggest downside of living alone was that no one was around to hear her wit and wisdom at the best of times, save a six-year-old and some staff who sadly didn’t know Aristotle from a troll.)
Calliope considered Mr. Devine’s apparent position, and thought back to Miss Nott’s own brother and his arranged marriage. A pity one didn’t have enough hands to make marionettes of the whole world, and pull the strings for all of society. “And men most of all,” Calliope concluded, deciding once and for all that Seraphina had some string attached to the Devines’.
Calliope had a wonderfully intricate metaphor about interwoven threads of fate and such tangles leading to downfalls of destiny on the tip of her tongue, being spun about her mind - but since it would take rather too much effort to explain, she merely sighed and helped herself to a second slice of cake.
