“You know what, I’d eat it all. Then I’d lick the plate"
I am loving masterchef : the professionals.
I especially love it when Michel Roux says "there’s something not quite there, it just doesn’t match up to the high standards we require”. Greg eats the same dish and almost without fail his response is “I love it, i’d eat it all”. We get it Greg, you like food.
[A hilarious post about Michel Roux’s bread crusade, titled ‘Crouxsade’ (World class world play) is definitely worth a read]
So obviously an important difference between Meg Murry and Wirt is that Meg insists that she and her family are normal, whereas Wirt is riddled with anxiety and self-doubt. Meg has plenty of self-doubt too, but to me it seems like a relatively normal kind: she thinks all of her siblings are cooler than her, that she’ll never be as beautiful as her Mom, that she can’t be that interesting. Meg, for example, finds her brilliance in math and her strong relationship with her father somewhat unremarkable. Wirt is paralyzed by the possibility that someone will find out that he plays clarinet and reads poetry. I see a similar distinction between Charles Wallace and Greg. Charles Wallace knows quite well that he’s unusual; Greg is cheerfully perplexed as to why everyone else is so weird.
Meg is fiercely loyal to and protective of Charles Wallace, and has to learn to let go - at least a little. Wirt must learn the opposite - as the elder brother, he must protect Greg rather than trying to pretend he doesn’t exist.
That being said, the similarities between these two pairs of siblings are just too much to ignore. Meg and Wirt are ludicrously underconfident in their own abilities; Greg and Charles Wallace are too confident in their youth, innocence, and/or intelligence. Both younger brothers follow a malignant power For the Greater Good and out of a sense of responsibility that they shouldn’t have - Greg follows the Beast in order to save Wirt and go home, and Charles Wallace follows IT to find and free his father. Both boys are saved by their older siblings, who should be leading. (Another difference: I don’t think Greg ever fully believes in or succumbs to the Beast, whereas Charles Wallace is temporarily swept away.)
Anyway, let’s compare more quotes because this is a fun exercise!
A Wrinkle in Time
In her attic bedroom Margaret Murry, wrapped in an old
patchwork quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the
trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the
trees clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few
moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraith-like shadows that raced along the ground.
The house shook.
Wrapped in her quilt, Meg shook.
She wasn’t usually afraid of weather. —It’s not just the
weather, she thought. —It’s the weather on top of everything else. On top of me. On top of Meg Murry doing
Over the Garden Wall
Wirt: I dunno. Sometimes I feel like I’m just like…a boat, upon a winding river…twisting, towards an endless black sea…Further, and further, drifting away…from where I want to be–who!–I want to be…
A Wrinkle in Time
In the kitchen a light was already on, and Charles Wallace was sitting at the table drinking milk and eating
bread and jam. He looked very small and vulnerable sitting
there alone in the big old-fashioned kitchen, a blond little
boy in faded blue Dr. Dentons, his feet swinging a good
six inches above the floor.
“Hi,” he said cheerfully. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Over the Garden Wall
Greg: I was helping old lady Daniels rake some leaves in exchange for candy.
Wirt: Greg, it’s Halloween. Candy is free.
Greg: Old lady Daniels says nothing in this world is free. Oh, hey, and look! I also got this rock. [deep voice] Hey, Wirt, want to learn some rock facts? [normal voice ] So, you want to go look for frogs with me like you said you would awhile ago and haven’t done it yet?