"Your father's name is Carmen and your grandfather's name is Samuel. Your last name was changed to Pryde because I suppose Prydeman was just a little too Jewish. My mother's maiden name was Wiesman. I know how it is." Seth's smile is gone now, replaced with an implacable sureness.
"Since you went to that school of yours, you haven't left--and my God, you're naive, aren't you?" He tilted his head. "After everything your family went through. I thought you were just a sheltered Gentile suburbanite, but you aren't, are you? No. You should know better."
He took one step towards her, ignoring the cold, ignoring everything but what he could read. "You do know better, actually. That's the problem. But you ignore it. Because you don't want to be a mutant Jew. It's just too hard. So you hide away in an enclave and pretend that the world is going to be a nicer place someday, but what have you done to make that happen? At least I can respect an idealist a little more if they try."