Dr. Temple and I were, quite shockingly, having a reasoned, calm conversation about her.
“Mummy’s a bad person,” I said. “Really bad. I know that, I’ve always known that.
And I wondered... do you think I might be bad too? People inherit all sorts of things from their parents, don’t they—varicose veins, heart disease.
Can you inherit badness?” Maria sat back, fiddled with her scarf. “That’s a very interesting question, Eleanor.
The examples you gave are physical conditions. What you’re talking about is something different, though —a personality, a set of behaviors.
Do you think that behavioral traits can be inherited?“I don’t know,” I said. I thought about it. “I really, really hope not.”
I paused for a minute. “People talk about nature and nurture. I know I haven’t inherited her nature.
I mean, I’m a... difficult person sometimes, I suppose... But I’m not... I’m not like her.
I don’t know if I could live with myself if I thought I was like her.
Maria Temple raised her eyebrows. “Those are very strong words, Eleanor. Why do you say that?”
“I couldn’t bear it if I thought that I would ever actually want to cause someone pain.
To take advantage of weaker, smaller people. To leave them to fend for themselves, to... to...”
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