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.