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Confusion

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Marking Time

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Mr. Wrong

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Casting Off

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Falling

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All Change

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Cambio di rotta

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Getting It Right

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Mr Wrong

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The Light Years

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The Long View

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“Now he must get back to Margaret. In the old days, he used to come home full of tales about deliveries, excited, even exalted by having witnessed the same old miracle. But after they lost both their sons in the war, she couldn't stand to hear about any of that and he kept it to himself. She had become a shadow, acquiescent, passive, full of humdrum little remarks about the house and the weather and how hard he was on his clothes, and then he'd bought her a puppy, and she talked endlessly about that. It had become a fat spoiled dog, and still she talked about it as though it were a puppy. It was all he could think to do for her, as his grief had never been allowed to be on par with hers. He kept that to himself as well. But when he was alone in the car like this, and with a drop of whisky inside him, he thought about Ian and Donald who were never spoken of at home, who would, he felt, be entirely forgotten except for his own memory and their names on the village monument.”

“Charity didn't mean to waste the entire afternoon. But her favorite daytime drama was on the telly. It was always the same, she thought, stretching out on the bed to watch. The sex got her interested first, and then the story. Before long she was totally hooked, and deep into the intricate plots and the glamorous goings-on. And afterwards, she just felt drained. She was sound asleep by the time Lady Margaret came home.”

“Qualche ora dopo, durante quella notte fuori del tempo, ho riconosciuto e accettato il suo amore incondizionato e mi sono sentita libera, per la prima volta da quando sono al mondo, di essere soltanto me stessa. Gli anni mi sono scivolati di dosso e sono diventata senza età, libera dalle ansie che mi porto dietro da una vita: l'ansia di non dare abbastanza, di non fare la mia parte, di non essere ciò che ci si aspetta da me. Ripensando a tutte le barriere che ho alzato finora, quando mi sono trovata davanti a qualcuno che voleva entrare in intimità con me, mi rendo conto di essere stata per loro un'estranea. Con lui non mi sono sentita un'estranea, e il suo essere estraneo a me è un piacere e un mistero in uguale misura.”

“La notte era il momento peggiore. Si coricava, tentava di leggere un po’, poi si rendeva conto che nulla di quanto leggeva le restava in testa; allora prendeva un sonnifero, spegneva la luce, cercava di riprodurre nella mente una musica che le piaceva, che la rassicurava. Ma la musica veniva subito spazzata via da una ridda feroce di ricordi e sensazioni, momenti passati con lui che si congelavano in scene salienti, come un fermo immagine di un film.”