Nino Sarratore Quotes in My Brilliant Friend
When she gave me back the notebook, she said, "You're very clever, of course they always give you ten."
I felt that there was no irony, it was a real compliment. Then she added with sudden harshness:
"I don't want to read anything else that you write."
"Why?"
She thought about it.
"Because it hurts me," and she struck her forehead with her hand and burst out laughing.
Nothing diminished the disappointment. […] I had considered the publication of those few lines […] as a sign that I really had a destiny, that the hard work of school would surely lead upward, somewhere, that Maestra Oliviero had been right to push me forward and to abandon Lila. "Do you know what the plebs are?" "Yes, Maestra." At that moment I knew what the plebs were… […] The plebs were us. The plebs were that fight for food and wine, that quarrel over who should be served first and better, that dirty floor on which the waiters clattered back and forth, those increasingly vulgar toasts.
Nino Sarratore Quotes in My Brilliant Friend
When she gave me back the notebook, she said, "You're very clever, of course they always give you ten."
I felt that there was no irony, it was a real compliment. Then she added with sudden harshness:
"I don't want to read anything else that you write."
"Why?"
She thought about it.
"Because it hurts me," and she struck her forehead with her hand and burst out laughing.
Nothing diminished the disappointment. […] I had considered the publication of those few lines […] as a sign that I really had a destiny, that the hard work of school would surely lead upward, somewhere, that Maestra Oliviero had been right to push me forward and to abandon Lila. "Do you know what the plebs are?" "Yes, Maestra." At that moment I knew what the plebs were… […] The plebs were us. The plebs were that fight for food and wine, that quarrel over who should be served first and better, that dirty floor on which the waiters clattered back and forth, those increasingly vulgar toasts.
