I really liked this exchange between Edith and Monica. I also think it's kind of telling about Edith.
Edith spots Monica in a shop "wolfing down a large slice of chocolate cake." She goes in.
"Well," said Edith, with an attempt at cheerfulness. "Any plans for the day?"
"Do me a favour, Edith," replied the other. "I am not feeling particularly bright this morning and I do not have any plans. I never have any plans. I should have thought that was fairly obvious by now. I thought you were supposed to be a writer. Aren't you supposed to be good at observing human nature, or something? I only ask because you sometimes strike me as being a bit thick."
Then Monica stabs her cigarette into an ashtray "and left it there to smoulder."
Isn't that bodaciously sassy?
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Yes! I loved that. Fantastic sass.
It is wonderful! And it also reminded me of another characteristic of Edith, that especially early on she would invent entire stories and theories about people that weren't necessarily true. So for a writer who was supposed to be so intuitive, she could be rather off, and Monica saw that (and commented in a gruff but kind way).
Sort of like Edith makes a living writing about others but is too isolated to get what makes them tick, where Monica's more of a realist.
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