“It's exhausting. When everything's a deliberate political stance. Even if it's interesting.”

A.S. Byatt

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“He hesitated. “They were what stayed alive, when I’d been taught and examined everything else.”Maud smiled then. “Exactly. That’s it. What could survive our education.”


“Roland was so used to the pervasive sense of failure that he was unprepared for the blood-rush of success. He breathed differently. The dingy little room humped around in his vision briefly and settled at a different distance, an object of interest, not of choking confinement. He reread his letters. The world opened. […] How true it was that one needed to be seen by others to be sure of one’s own existence. Nothing in what he had written had changed and everything had changed.”