The power of myth

Smiling, his mother knelt outside his door to pray; then, with her “Amen,” pressed her lips to the bronze door-knob; and went silently to her own apartment. – Booth Tarkington, The Magnificent Ambersons, Chapter 13 My mother wasn’t quite as slavish as Isabel Minafer, and I wasn’t quite as self-absorbed as her son George, but one of my father’s favorite […]