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It being an amateur theater, there were a lot of forgotten lines. For years, I thought the prompter was one of the actors--someone mysteriously offstage, and not in costume, but a necessary contributor to the dialogue.

My stepfather was a new actor in the First Sister Players when my mother met him. He had come to town to teach at Favorite River Academy--the almost-prestigious private school, which was then all boys. For much of my young life most certainly, by the time I was ten or eleven , I must have known that eventually, when I was "old enough," I would go to the academy.

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There was a more modern and better-lit library at the prep school, but the public library in the town of First Sister was my first library, and the librarian there was my first librarian. Incidentally, I've never had any trouble saying the librarian word.

Needless to say, Miss Frost was a more memorable experience than the library. Inexcusably, it was long after meeting her that I learned her first name. Everyone called her Miss Frost, and she seemed to me to be my mom's age--or a little younger--when I belatedly got my first library card and met her. My aunt, a most imperious person, had told me that Miss Frost " used to be very good-looking," but it was impossible for me to imagine that Miss Frost could ever have been better-looking than she was when I met her--notwithstanding that, even as a kid, all I did was imagine things.

My aunt claimed that the available men in the town used to fall all over themselves when they met Miss Frost. When one of them got up the nerve to introduce himself--to actually tell Miss Frost his name--the then-beautiful librarian would look at him coldly and icily say, "My name is Miss Frost. Never been married, never want to be. I'm sure I was fifteen, both when I first read it and when I first re read it. I know this was before I began to attend the academy, because I got the book from the First Sister town library--twice.

I won't forget the day I showed up at the library to take that book out a second time; I'd never wanted to reread an entire novel before. Miss Frost gave me a penetrating look. At the time, I doubt I was as tall as her shoulders. She was forever statuesque to me.

Miss Frost was a woman with an erect posture and broad shoulders, though it was chiefly her small but pretty breasts that got my attention. In seeming contrast to her mannish size and obvious physical strength, Miss Frost's breasts had a newly developed appearance--the improbable but budding look of a young girl's.

I couldn't understand how it was possible for an older woman to have achieved this look, but surely her breasts had seized the imagination of every teenage boy who'd encountered her, or so I believed when I met her--when was it? Furthermore, you must understand that Miss Frost never dressed suggestively, at least not in the imposed silence of the forlorn First Sister Public Library; day or night, no matter the hour, there was scarcely anyone there.

I had overheard my imperious aunt say to my mother: I thought not! And the entire time I was internally agonizing over my and my aunt's different fixations with Miss Frost's breasts, the daunting librarian went on giving me the aforementioned penetrating look. I'd met her at thirteen; at this intimidating moment, I was fifteen, but given the invasiveness of Miss Frost's long, lingering stare, it felt like a two-year penetrating look to me.

Finally she said, in regard to my wanting to read Great Expectations again, "You've already read this one, William. She was austerely formal--the first person to unfailingly address me as William. I was always called Bill, or Billy, by my family and friends.

I wanted to see Miss Frost wearing only her bra, which in my interfering aunt's view offered insufficient restraint. Yet, in lieu of blurting out such an indiscretion as that , I said: So soon? Suffice it to say, Miss Frost was in no danger of noticing that I had an erection. My all-knowing aunt had told my mother I was underdeveloped for my age. Naturally, my aunt had meant "underdeveloped" in other or in all ways; to my knowledge, she'd not seen my penis since I'd been an infant--if then.

I'm sure I'll have more to say about the penis word.

For now, it's enough that you know I have extreme difficulty pronouncing "penis," which in my tortured utterance emerges--when I can manage to give voice to it at all--as "penith. I go to great lengths to avoid the plural. In any case, Miss Frost knew nothing of my sexual anguish while I was attempting to check out Great Expectations a second time.

In fact, Miss Frost gave me the impression that, with so many books in the library, it was an immoral waste of time to reread any of them.

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She was the first person I told that I wanted to be a writer "because of" Great Expectations , but it was really because of her. Years later, I would wonder if Miss Frost might have expressed indignation at the sodomizer word had I suggested that as a profession.

And I wasn't pleading with her only so she would let me reread Great Expectations ; my pleas were especially ardent, in part, because the more exasperated Miss Frost became with me, the more I appreciated the sudden intake of her breath--not to mention the resultant rise and fall of her surprisingly girlish breasts. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Resources and Downloads. In One Person Trade Paperback Get a FREE e-book by joining our mailing list today!The next step is finding a way to be comfortable with the person he finds. We are formed by what we desire. It seems there are certain words I have considerable trouble pronouncing: Although I certainly didn't find him a weak character by any means, it is much more fun in this novel to watch the colorful people who populate his world, such as Elaine, Kittredge and Miss Frost.

I can remember the first time I heard anything about John Irving. Books by John Irving. In the enchanted woods of Vermont, Rilke's angels and Shakespeare's sprites cast spells that conjure dreams of a love without limits.

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