‘A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, “One person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode.”
‘”Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have,” said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again.’
(Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)
In recent weeks I’ve helped someone and defended someone and believed in someone and fought for someone. I’ve been indescribably sad for someone. I’ve panicked about doing the wrong thing. I’ve provided insight and understanding for someone. I’ve been thanked by someone. I’ve asked for reassurance and needed more. I’ve been bewildered. I’ve felt suffocated and handicapped and then felt a rush of exhilaration, purpose and pride.
Yesterday, for the first time, as I stood squashed and hot on the tube, I thanked God for making me the way I am. I immediately looked round in fright in case someone saw this rash outbreak of arrogance, but I think it went unnoticed.
I thought I’d note here it for the record. 🙂