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What Irritated Her Most Was That They Kept Brushing Off Her Arguments With Patronizing Smiles, Making Her Feel Like A Teenager Being Quizzed On Her Homework. Without Actually Uttering A Single Inappropriate Word, They Displayed Towards Her An Attitude That Was So Antediluvian It Was Almost Comical. You Shouldn't Worry Your Pretty Head Over Complex Matters, Little Girl.

Your Job Description As A Journalist Is To Question And Scrutinize Critically-neve R To Repeat Claims Uncritically, No Matter How Highly Placed The Sources In The Bureaucracy. Don't Ever Forget That. You're A Damn Good Writer, But That Talent Is Completely Worthless If You Forget Your Job Description.

Blomkvist Had Indeed Had Many Brief Relationships. He Knew He Was Reasonably Good-looking, But He Had Never Considered Himself Exceptionally Attractive. But He Had Often Been Told That He Had Something That Made Women Interested In Him . . .that He Radiated Self-confidence And Security At The Same Time, That He Had The Ability To Make Women Feel At Ease. Going To Bed With Him Was Not Threatening Or Complicated, But It Might Be Erotically Enjoyable. And That, According To Blomkvist, Was As It Should Be.

It Was Troubling That One Of The Few People She Trusted Was A Man She Spent So Much Time Avoiding

Writing Detective Stories Is About Writing Light Literature, For Entertainment. It Isn't Primarily A Question Of Writing Propaganda Or Classical Literature.