Mom says Charles Dickens is not as good as some other author I don't actually remember now. She says this type of repetition is typical for Dickens.

The more I read, my thoughts increase that I am nothing yet. I am not especially tallented or skilled, maybe I have been willing. But that does not mean I am good. I am not very good.

But then Mom reads that line "the emphasis was helped by the speaker's hair, which bristled on the skirts of his bald head, a plantation of firs to keep the wind from its shining surface."

I tell Mom she never could write anything as good as Dickens. "I couldn't either!" I catch myself.

Is it true? Now to prove myself wrong and apologize!