Then the Alumni Association man cleared his throat and gave out with a pious spiel about Winifred Griffen Prior, saint on earth. How everyone fibs when it's a question of money! I suppose the old bitch pictured the whole thing when she made her bequest, stingy as it is. She knew my presence would be requested; she wanted me writhing in the town's harsh gaze while her own munificence was lauded.
by Margaret Atwood
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In this excerpt, the speaker reflects on a speech given by an Alumni Association representative regarding Winifred Griffen Prior, who is depicted as a saintly figure upon her passing. However, the speaker is skeptical of this portrayal, hinting that everyone is dishonest when financial matters are involved. There’s an underlying bitterness as the speaker believes that Prior's intentions in her bequest were less than generous.

The speaker feels manipulated, suggesting that Prior orchestrated the circumstances to ensure their discomfort was amplified in front of the community. The speaker's disdain highlights a conflict between genuine appreciation and a more cynical view of charitable acts, indicating that the so-called generosity comes with strings attached, and the speaker’s presence is part of a façade intended to enhance Prior’s legacy.

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