"Parents want to see themselves passed on in their children. It comforts them to recognize a twitch of the head or a way of talking. If there are no points of recognition, if the child is genuinely alien, they do their best to feed and clothe, but they don't love. Not in the transforming way of love."
The Dog-Woman, this enormous lady who keeps dogs for racing and fighting in 17th century London, finds the baby boy Jordan in the Thames and takes care of him as if he was her own. Not knowing love herself, she worries about not being able to teach him about it; worries he'll keep following his dreams, sailing away for ever.
My literary theme for our trip to India happened to become European novels in historical settings, from Blanche and Marie, to this, to Orlando, and they do have a lot in common, all touching the subjects of time, love and gender. I'm sure loving it in a way I never thoght I would.