Vickie Lester visits Beacon Hill, and recalls the wise words of Dr. Jaquith
You know, there’s nothing like these old Boston homes anywhere. Here on Marlborough Street or Beacon Hill, you see them standing in a row like bastions: firm, proud, resisting the new. Houses turned in upon themselves, hugging their pride.
[pointedly] Introverted, doctor?
Well, I wouldn’t know about that. I don’t put much faith in scientific terms. I leave that to the fakers and the writers of books.
Whatever did Dr. Jaquith mean about the writers of books?
I’ll leave you with that thought, kittens.