Very true. The other day, my 12 year old had to wait, like, three seconds for a page to load and started whining, and I said, “Give it a minute, it has to bounce off a satellite.” She just stared! lolz
I KNOW, RIGHT? How cool is that! And it already goes under-appreciated. LOL!
So?” said Childermass, stung. “That is not so very trifling, is it? Norrell is a clever man - and Strange another. They have their faults, as other men do, but their achievements are still remarkable. Make no mistake; I am John Uskglass’s man. Or would be, if he were here. But you must admit that the restoration of English magic is their work, not his.”
“Their work!” scoffed Vinculus. “Theirs? Do you still not understand? They are the spell John Uskglass is doing. That is all they have ever been. And he is doing it now!
- Chapter 67: The hawthorn tree, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke (via ashfair)
This is one of my favorite parts of this novel. When you realize how utterly insignificant the two title characters are in the wider universe, despite their achievements. This scene and the one with the giant raven’s eye.