Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The Innocence of Babes
A child’s potential for cruelty knows no limits. I remember Harold as a young lad hunting ants in the garden with a magnifying glass. It was something I observed rather than interfered with – it was up to his mother to correct any behaviour she thought reprehensible, though I told her everything.
Chastised, and a little older, Harold developed a cold, analytical streak when it came to business deals. It was rare indeed that he failed to turn a profit and if he was dubious about a deal he would put the squeeze on. When he was a vendor he would just withhold the goods until the price was right (often refusing to sell at all until the market improved) but as a buyer his squeezes often involved the dreaded Waterman nipple-pinch.
It is, perhaps, unsurprising that his daughter be the apple of his eye. With her he is gentle and calm and quite possible the perfect, attentive father. I look forward to seeing how she grows up;* one cannot for get what happens to daughters and apples in fairy tales.
And little Lucy has Faery blood in her.