Guest Review: The Spirit Level: Why More Equal Societies Almost Always Do Better by Richard Wilkinson and Kate Picket
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"There stood the doll's house, a dark, oily, spinach green, picked out with bright yellow."
"The father and mother dolls, who sprawled very stiff as though they had fainted in the drawing-room, and their two little children asleep upstairs, were really too big for the doll's house. They didn't look as though they belonged. But the lamp was perfect. It seemed to smile to Kezia, to say, "I live here." The lamp was real."
"I'm to tell," said Isabel, "because I'm the eldest. And you two can join in after. But I'm to tell first." "And I'm to choose who's to come and see it first. Mother said I might."
"They were the daughters of a spry, hardworking little washerwoman, who went about from house to house by the day. This was awful enough. But where was Mr. Kelvey? Nobody knew for certain."
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"He’d known land in his life that, before a few seasons of regular rainfall, had been hard enough to crack a plow point, and he knew that if, by stubbornness or circumstance, that earth became yours to farm, you’d do well to live with the constant understanding that, in time, absent the work of swollen clouds and providence, your boots would fall loudly, giving rise to dust, when you walked your fields."
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"Once when she was at the Morrows’ house, she discovered a four-pound can of pistachio nuts and got a little carried away. And while the canister was so large that it provided cover for her gluttony, the shells in the trash can left no doubt as to how much she had eaten. To conceal the grossness of her appetite, she packed those shells in her knapsack and the pockets of her ski jacket. Riding home in the front seat of Ed Morrow’s Jeep Cherokee, she realized she was rattling softly, but Mr. Morrow seemed to think it was the car’s heater. The next time she babysat for the Morrows, she found another canister of pistachios, a sure sign of trust."Terry felt it was also okay to snoop as long as she put everything back exactly as it was. She never found anything shocking, until one day while in Mrs. Morrow's lingerie drawer.
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