Julian Barnes

The Sense of an Ending

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  • Mr. Destiny 9 and 14har citeretfor 9 år siden
    I certainly believe we all suffer damage, one way or another. How could we not, except in a world of perfect parents, siblings, neighbours, companions?
  • Ilya Safronovhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn’t turn out to be like Literature. Look at our parents – were they the stuff of Literature? At best, they might aspire to the condition of onlookers and bystanders,
  • Ilya Safronovhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    In those days, we imagined ourselves as being kept in some kind of holding pen, waiting to be released into our lives. And when that moment came, our lives – and time itself – would speed up. How were we to know that our lives had in any case begun, that some advantage had already been gained, some damage already inflicted? Also, that our release would only be into a larger holding pen, whose boundaries would be at first undiscernible.
  • Ilya Safronovhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    In those days, we imagined ourselves as being kept in some kind of holding pen, waiting to be released into our lives. And when that moment came, our lives – and time itself – would speed up. How were we to know that our lives had in any case begun, that some advantage had already been gained, some damage already inflicted? Also, that our release would only be into a larger holding pen, whose boundaries would be at first undiscernible.
  • Alexander Simonhar citeretsidste år
    Later, the memory becomes a thing of shreds and patches. It’s a bit like the black box aeroplanes carry to record what happens in a crash. If nothing goes wrong, the tape erases itself. So if you do crash, it’s obvious why you did; if you don’t, then the log of your journey is much less clear.
  • Alexander Simonhar citeretsidste år
    Some admit the damage, and try to mitigate it; some spend their lives trying to help others who are damaged; and then there are those whose main concern is to avoid further damage to themselves, at whatever cost. And those are the ones who are ruthless, and the ones to be careful of.
  • Alexander Simonhar citeretsidste år
    This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn’t turn out to be like Literature.
  • Alexander Simonhar citeretsidste år
    I remember feeling sad through drink at a party in my first term, and when a passing girl asked sympathetically if I was OK, I found myself replying, “I think I’m a manic depressive,” because at the time it felt more characterful than “I’m feeling a bit sad.”
  • Alexander Simonhar citeretsidste år
    We finished school, promised lifelong friendship, and went our separate ways.
  • Alexander Simonhar citeretsidste år
    That’s one of the central problems of history, isn’t it, sir? The question of subjective versus objective interpretation, the fact that we need to know the history of the historian in order to understand the version that is being put in front of us.
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