(...)So I went to read English books, and did my best to avoid the speccy, spotty fate that Helen had predicted for me. I probably looked as wide-eyes, fresh and artless as any other student. But I wasn't.
One of the boys I went out with -and they really were boys-, once asked me to go to Paris with him. And I told him I'd love to, I was dying to see Paris. As if I'd never been... An Education. Lone Scherfig. (...)
There's no smoke without fire