“I had only one desire: to dismember it. To see of what it was made, to discover the dearness, to find the beauty, the desirability that had escaped me, but apparently only me.”
Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
The first person in the entire world that I remember disliking with a fervor that bordered obsession was S.B. She was extremely popular, blonde, and smiley. All of the boys liked her. She never said a word to me — I don’t even think she knew me. But I knew her.
