The sentences coming out of him displaced those scrolling under his eyes in the book. (chapter 8) - Marie Vieux-Chauvet

Hidden behind their blinds, the ones who dared not show themselves tried not to miss any of the spectacle. I saw their glowing eyes, heard their cruel muffled laughter, comments, judgments, against which my father could scarcely defend himself. My fear of him died that day. I had seen him blush before my eyes (p102)

How can I convince her that only the most base people of any social class pay attention to gossip? (p75)

he forgets that a man, no matter where he is, takes his ideas and convictions with him. (p78)