'May I ask you something?' 'Go ahead.' 'What did you study?' The question seemed to irritate Nadia, who broke in: 'Mamma, Lina has to go.' For the first time Lila noticed some nervousness in the child's voice, and it pleased her. 'Will you let me have two words?' Professor Galiani snapped, in a tone no less nervous. Then she repeated to Lila, but kindly, 'What did you study?' 'Nothing.' 'To hear you speak - and shout- it doesn't seem so.' 'It's true, I stopped after fifth grade.' 'Why?' 'I didn't have the ability.' 'How did you know?' 'Greco had it, I didn't.' Professor Galiani shook her head in a sign of disagreement, and said, 'If you had studied you would have been as successful as Greco.' 'How can you say that?' 'It's my job.' 'You professors insist so much on education because that's how you earn a living, but studying is of no use, it doesn't even improve you- in fact it makes you even more wicked.' 'Has Elena become more wicked?' 'No, not her.' 'Why not?' Lila stuck the wool cap on her son's head. 'We made a pact when we were children: I'm the wicked one.'
Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay, Elena Ferrante














