“What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?”
“What are we, after all, without our memories … without our dreams?”
“Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.”
“For after all we make our faces as we go along...”
“...for, after all, we have nothing to lose but our aitches.”
“After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share?”