She begged me not to interrogate her and I apologized, and she reminded me that we were going to chuck apologies for a while. Yeah, but apologies are what keep us civilized, I said and she said no, not at all, apologies allow for all sorts of brutality. Think about the Catholic notion of confession and how it allows for entire slates of indiscretion to be wiped clean and--
Okay, I said.
Do you know what Nellie McClung said? she asked me.
I'm afraid not, I said, but do tell.
Never explain, never retract, never apologize. Just get the thing done and let them howl.
I like that, I said, but isn't she talking about getting the vote for women? I just don't get the reference in this context. I was apologizing or nagging you.
- from All My Puny Sorrows by Miriam Toews
Filing this book under "What Supernatural would be like if it were about two sisters who were Canadian, Mennonite, and one of them was a world-renowned pianist."