Thank you for the gift

"You look like a star -- you have a radiant sort of personality shining through you -- your proper habitat should be the evening sky just after sunset -- or the morning sky just before sunrise. Yes. I think I shall call you Star."
"Do you mean you think I'm pretty?", she asked directly.
"Why, it hadn't occured to me to wonder whether you were pretty or not. Do you think a star should be pretty?"
She reflected.
"No", she said finally, "the word doesn't suit a star."
"I perceive you are an artist in words. Of course it doesn't. Stars are prismatic -- palpitating -- elusive. It is not often that we find one made in flesh and blood."

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The above is from "Emily of the New Moon". I was re-reading it for the hundredth time, perhaps, and suddenly paused on those words. They took me back to words that someone had whispered in the soft darkness of a train coach a long time ago. I should have given those words some thought. How strange that I spent all these years asking a pointless question.