She was glad to have me baby-sit and play with the girls, but she did not approve of my mixing into the continual quarrels that the girls had with each other. She had always simply let them fight it out, but I soon saw that the older girl, being more advanced intellectually and much heavier physically, always won. (…) The household was pervaded by this atmosphere of a calm adult woman and a man who gave in to his animal impulses. (…) And this, too, Charley tended to accept, because first of all he wasn’t as quick with his tongue as she – and, in the final analysis, he imagined that since she was more intelligent and educated than he then she must, when they disagreed, be right.
Dick, Philip K. (2005 [1975]) Confessions of a Crap Artist. London: Gollancz, pp. 74, 77 e 79-80.
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