|…They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.”After my last post, I felt it was an obvious opening to quote a bit of Larkin. I recommended this poem to a friend’s daughter, who was just turning 18 and preparing to leave for University. I remember how I felt at that age, so full of idealism and opinions, believing I was immortal. But we are all the product of our upbringing, in ways that will stay with us forever.