"The old man had fierce tufty eyebrows of his own, rather like a dragon's, and he was altogether too imposing a figure for me to have clambered on as an infant. He had never spoken to me directly that I remembered, and I wasn't entirely convinced he knew my name."
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"He extracted a book covered in rich green morocco leather handsomely tipped with gold. He polished it with his sleeve, although I could see no dust on it. Ceremoniously, he bowed and offered it to me. I looked at it. The Origin of the Species. Here, in my own house. I received it in both my hands. He smiled. Thus began my relationship with Granddaddy.'
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"And me, Calpurnia, with a name I'd hated all my life, why . . . why, it was a fine name, it was music, it was poetry. It was . . . it was incredibly annoying...