Gladys was the eldest daughter of the house, and when her parents had chosen her name – a name which they considered emblematic of happiness, in spite of certain questionings that had arisen among the name fanciers on the subject – it would seem that some unseen fairy godmother had really bestowed that best of all gifts on their child, for Gladys was the happiest, most contented, sunshiny little person imaginable.

The gilt lantern burned palely in the stairwell, but in the dining room the ordinary shadows deepened in the corners and hung like smoke in the coving of the ceiling.

Elizabeth Swann: You're despicable! Jack Sparrow: Sticks and stones, love.

“If that had happened in your community, everything [would have] stopped,” he says. “This says two things about these kids: One, they’re resilient, because we’re back to baseball. But two, some part of them is numb. And so we’re going to try and use baseball to unnumb that.”