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‘“Yes, Mother,” he said mockingly, grinning. “I know your lesson by heart. Melodie is a sweet, nice, innocent girl who would be insulted if I took advantage of her, so I’ll insult her by not taking advantage.”

She made a face at him—he just smiled back.’

Jory wtf

‘“...I know he would have stayed on with me, even as he looked around for the next pretty face and younger body.”

My own daddy. My own blood father wouldn’t have wanted my momma after all.’

Yeah let's dump this old stalker lady, Bart

“You’re a mean, hateful little boy, Bart Sheffield, and it’s no wonder you don’t have any friends, no wonder at all!”

Okay but is she wrong though

“I know he would have stayed on with me, even as he looked around for the next pretty face and younger body.”

Lady 👁️👄👁️

“It’s amazing how he could be born with so little grace, when his mother has so much.”

Maybe if everyone wouldn't have talked shit about Bart behind his back then maybe he wouldn't have turned out into a damn sociopath 🤷🏽‍♀️

‘“Your brother Jory, do you like him?”

Jory was okay. He’d be better if he was more clumsy than me, and ugly too.’

I'm crying

“You listen to me, Bart, and stop pretending you’re an old man named Malcolm Neal Foxworth, whoever he is!”

💀

‘“YOU! YOU!” I screamed. “You’ve been eating and drinking, and having a good time! And all the time I was at death’s door and you didn’t care. And I thought you loved me. I thought you’d miss me a whole lot. And now you don’t even bark-whinny to tell me you’re glad I’m back! I HATE YOU, APPLE! HATE YOU FOR NOT CARING ENOUGH!”’

He's outta control 😬

“Dying was all he talked about lately, excluding talk of those already dead. He was always crawling around, sniffing the ground like a dog, even relieving himself like a dog.”

Don't have a semi incest baby I guess

“He wagged his tail, telling me he’d be good and obey my orders. He’d made a big pile of do-do. I picked it up and squashed it through my fingers, letting him know I was a part of him now and he was really mine.”

Now why the hell would you do that Bart 😑

“There was no sight more pleasurable to me than to see some haughty beautiful woman, humbled and made to do obscene things that went against the rules of decency. I took pleasure in beating them, putting red welts on their fair unbroken skins. I saw blood, their blood, and it made me excited. That’s when I knew I needed God. I had to save my everlasting soul from hell.”

Tired of this motherfucker

“I have never seen you before in my life, not until you moved here! And all blondes with blue eyes look somewhat alike!”

This is so outta pocket 💀

‘He swooped to pick up a discarded baseball bat, then took a wild swing that might have splattered my brains if I hadn’t ducked. “You tell on me and Grandmother and I’ll kill you while you sleep.” He said it loud, cold and flat, his eyes challenging mine.’

JESUS

“Bart Sheffield, why do you always want to kill something?”

😬

“Gosh, what if this wall went on forever? It might even end up in China, keeping out the Mongol hordes. Wonder what Mongols were? Apes? Yeah, sounded like apes—mean kind of big apes that ate people who were in the throes of something.”

Boy what

“If Momma didn’t fuss around her so much, curling her hair and buying her new clothes, she’d be ugly.”

I know Bart is getting redpilled and all but this shit is funny

“Gosh, it was miraculous the way flat-chested little girls showed up one day with bosoms, tiny waists, and swelling hips, and suddenly they were ten times more interesting.”

Jory what

‘“What’s a paramour?” I asked, bored sometimes with Malcolm.

“A derelict soul on its way to hell.”’

💀

“Sin is what women use to make a man weak. You’ve got to face up to certain facts. Inside of every man there is a weak, spineless streak, and women know how to find it by taking off their clothes and using earthly pleasures to sap a man’s strength by desire....”

Okay Andrew Tate

“I ignored her. Women didn’t count in man-doings like this. John Amos had told me that. Men ruled the world, and women had to sit back and keep quiet.”

Boy

‘He looked at me as if bewildered, cocking his big shaggy head to one side as he sat on his haunches. “Don’t you sit like that!” I yelled. “Ponies don’t sit, only dogs.”’

I honestly can't with this kid

“I sank down on my knees and bowed my head. I wanted to die. I’d eaten all that ice cream, suffered through all those kisses and hugs . . . and still she hadn’t given me a pony.”

I can't with this brat

“You listen to me, boy, and never fall in love with a stupid woman. And all women are stupid. When you deal with women you have to let them know who is boss right from the start—and never let them forget it.”

This little boy's getting redpilled smh

“Did a woman ever pull down a man’s fly zipper of her own free will—even a wife?”

I know the MMC is a child but HUH

“If you hadn’t been there, pleading with those damned blue eyes, I wouldn’t have let the doctors talk me into signing those papers and allowing the sterilization! I would have borne another child even if it did kill me.”

Girl what 👁️👄👁️

“You remember it is the god-given duty of men to dominate women who are basically weak and stupid.”

👁️👄👁️

“But after you read this book written by your own dear great-grandfather, you will understand that women are not to be trusted, especially pretty women. They have ways, cunning ways, of making men do what they want. You’ll find that out soon enough when you become a man. A man as handsome as your own father was, and she took him and made him her slave, made him her lap dog like she’s making you.”

Oh

“Synthbodies were originally designed to be fail-safes, after all. The Great Ships had left Earth with two dozen of them in storage as humanity’s insurance against the loss of key officers to accidents, disease, or off-world dangers. According to historical accounts, many people at the time were still vehemently opposed to full-body neuroprosthetics, describing them as a ghastly perversion of nature...”

Gross

“Oh, gosh! She wore all black, from head to toe covered over like an Arab woman. A black veil was over her head and face. Was she a widow? A Moslem? She looked so mysterious.”

I'm dead

‘“I want you to solemnly promise that if anything ever happens to me, be it tomorrow, or years from now, you swear that you will never, so help you God, hide Bart and Jory in the attic so you can go unencumbered into another marriage!”’

Incest-ception