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“The Fox, she named this one, and a well-groomed, gray fellow he was, with piercing eyes that knew their goal and paws that went bounding after it. The Fox had such a jolly time while writing was in progress, determined as he was to write something that would make its mark on someone, somewhere. The mark didn’t have to be sizable to be profound—any happy thought that a person wouldn’t have had otherwise, that was all the Fox was after. But while she stared up at that hatbox, Maud felt the Fox plain well curl up in a barren corner of her inner world. She came close to never sending out the manuscript again. If it hadn’t been for her cousin Frede—well, if it hadn’t been for Frede, the novel would be a different thing altogether.”
― Logan Steiner, After Anne

“I don't not believe he has read a word of one,"Maud said. As she pulled on a light sweater, she caught Anita's expression. A flicker of old yearning came back to her, for a husband who would take a real interest in her work. She had fooled herself once into believing that Ewan could be that husband. "Books are nearly all the same to Ewan. Not of interest. It's his nature, which is very different than mine-nothing he could ever help. You'll see soon enough.”
― Logan Steiner, After Anne