wolf alice

• she is not a wolf herself, although suckled by wolves - wolf alice
• Her pace is not our pace - wolf alice
• Her nose is sharper by night than’ our eyes are by day so it is the night she prefers - wolf alice
• it is as if the fur she thought she wore had melted into her skin and become part of it, although it does not exist - wolf alice
• Nothing about her is human except that she is not a wolf - wolf alice
• Like the wild beasts, she lives without a future. She inhabits only the present tense, a fugue of the continuous, a world of sensual immediacy as without hope as it is without despair. 


  contrast of good/evil in the world but she has no sense of time or judgement. precognitive phase of sense/perception. Natural, not swayed by societal judgements. True neutral 
• she snapped at her would-be saviours with her spiky canines until they tied her up by force - wolf alice
• They found that, if she were treated with a little kindness, she was not intractable - wolf alice
• They found that she could quite easily be taught a few, simple tricks - wolf alice
• she always seemed wild, impatient of restraint, capricious in temper - wolf alice
• continuing embarrassment of a child was delivered over to the bereft and unsanctified household of the Duke - wolf alice
• His eyes see only appetite. These eyes open to devour the world in which he sees - wolf alice
• nowhere, a reflection of himself; he passed through the mirror and now, henceforward, lives as if upon the other side of things - wolf alice
•  they say you might easily find him, if you had been foolish enough to venture out late, scuttling along by the churchyard wall with half a juicy torso slung across his back - wolf alice
• He carries on his frail shoulders a weird burden of fear; he is cast in the role of the corpse-eater, the body-snatcher who invades the last privacies of the dead - wolf alice
• nothing deters him. If you stuff a corpse with garlic, why, he only slavers at the treat ... He will use the holy cross as a scratching post - wolf alice
• She can perform the few, small tasks to which the nuns trained her, she sweeps up the hairs, vertebrae and phalanges that litter his room into a dustpan, she makes up his bed at sunset - wolf alice
• his transformation is their parody. Unkind to their prey, to their own they are tender; had the Duke been a wolf, they would have angrily expelled him from the pack, he would have had to lollop along miles behind them - wolf alice


  shows how the Duke doesn’t really fit in with the communities (human and wolf), he is trapped in no mans land where his cruelty is a symptom of his beastliness and this feeling of not belonging.could also be poking fun at the duke as he is this aristocratic human but as his true, and raw form of werewolf he is nowhere near the top of the hierarchy.
• only his kitchen maid, who is not wolf or woman, knows no better than to do his chores for him - wolf alice
• Familiar desecrations in the village graveyard. The coffin had been ripped open with the abandon with which a child unwraps a gift on Christmas morning - wolf alice
• The wolves had tended her because they knew she was an imperfect wolf; we secluded her in animal privacy out of fear of her imperfection because it showed us what we might have been - wolf alice
• Her first blood bewildered her. She did not know what it meant - wolf alice
• The flow continued for a few days, which seemed to her an endless time. She had, as yet, no direct notion of past, or of future, or of duration, only of a dimensionless, immediate moment - wolf alice
•  she had learned a little elementary hygiene in the convent, enough to know how to bury her excrement and cleanse herself of her natural juices - wolf alice
• although the nuns had not the means to inform her how it should be, it was not fastidiousness but shame that made her do so - wolf alice


  talking about cleaning herself after period
• She bruised her muzzle on the cold glass and broke her claws trying to tussle with this stranger. She saw, with irritation, then amusement, how it mimicked every gesture of hers - wolf alice
•  She rubbed her head against her reflected face, to show that she felt friendly towards it, and felt a cool, solid, immovable surface between herself and she–some kind, possibly, of invisible cage? - wolf alice
• In spite of this barrier, she was lonely enough to ask this creature to try to play with her, baring her teeth and grinning; at once she received a reciprocal invitation - wolf alice
• She learned to expect these bleedings, to prepare her rags against them, and afterwards, neatly to bury the dirtied things - wolf alice
• Sequence asserted itself with custom and then she understood the circumambulatory principle of the clock perfectly, even if all clocks were banished from the den - wolf alice
• The damned Duke haunts the graveyard; he believes himself to be both less and more than a man - wolf alice
• The young husband of the dead bride spent a long time planning his revenge. He filled the church with an arsenal of bells, books and candles; a battery of silver bullets; they brought a ten-gallon tub of holy water in a wagon from the city, where it had been blessed by the Archbishop himself, to drown the Duke - wolf alice
• She will, therefore, run, run! when she hears the crack of bullets, because they killed her foster mother - wolf alice
• When they saw the white bride leap out of the tombstones and scamper off towards the castle with the werewolf stumbling after, the peasants thought the Duke’s dearest victim had come back to take matters into her own hands. They ran screaming from the presence of a ghostly vengeance on him. - wolf alice
• Poor, wounded thing … locked half and half between such strange states, an aborted transformation, an incomplete mystery - wolf alice
•  howls like a wolf with his foot in a trap or a woman in labour, and bleeds - wolf alice
• First, she was fearful when she heard the sound of pain, in case it hurt her, as it had done before - wolf alice
•  She prowled round the bed, growling, snuffing at his wound that does not smell like her wound ... she leapt upon his bed to lick, without hesitation, without disgust, with a quick, tender gravity, the blood and dirt from his cheeks and forehead - wolf alice

  Free from judgement, natural instinct is to care for others. Compassionate - becoming more human