“…she had an extremely retentive memory and all her reciting had kept the texts well in the forefront of her mind. She was never happier than when taking notes, rather elaborate notes in different coloured ball-point pens, for the need to be doing something while reading, or with reading, was beginning to assert itself. Her essays, which she approached as many women approach a meeting with a potential lover, were well received. She was heartbroken when one came back with the words ‘I cannot read your writing’ on the bottom.”

Anita Brookner – A Start In Life


7 Comments Add yours

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  2. theonlycin says:

    Sad, isn’t it?

  3. Liane says:

    Talk about a bucket of cold water!!… you’ll always run into one of those, won’t cha? 🙂 “I don’t have any fire, so let me put yours out too… then we can all be miserable together” …yeah, and cold, and in darkness… pity indeed (…then those same ones wonder where the light and the warmth disappeared to, reminiscing about better days gone… in those lonely quiet moments that no one knows about…)

  4. theonlycin says:

    Exactly like a bucket of icy water Liane …

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