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“Among the strongest memories of her past, she went on, was watching her mother in the kitchen. Agnes had tried revisiting this place in her painting - that blue kitchen of her childhood and adolescence, which was both a physical and an emotional landscape.”

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“Coll would be a heavenly place to be a child. There are beaches and boats, everyone knows you, it’s the kind of place you leave the door open. If you’re on the island, it’s know. If you catch the ferry to the mainland, well, that’s known about too. Should you have a mishap and require the air ambulance, a helicopter will have you in a Glasgow hospital in twenty minutes, by which time the island will have learned of your fate. A mere thirteen miles of single-track road separates ‘the unspoiled end’ from ‘God’s own country’. There are local land feuds, a limited supply of fresh water, and no high school. In effect, the children leave home when they are an unfledged eleven, to travel as boarders to the secondary school in Oban. Higher education and jobs take them yet farther afield. It seems a price to pay for an apparently idyllic island life, to lose your children so young.”

“عدت بنظري مكملاً طريقي إلى بوابة المعسكر، التي أخذت اقترب منها بينما أتخيل ذلك الطفل القلق الباكي الذي عبر منها منذ سنوات بعيدة مدفوعًا بالأوامر والصياح والضرب، يتلفت يمينًا ويسارًا مع زملائه الصغار، يتأمل ذلك المكان الذي سيصبح عالمه لسنوات طويلة قادمة، لا يعلم هل ستنتهي أم سينتهي قبلها؟!”

“The exception, as ever, was the children. Freed from the constraints of silence which had been enforced during the bard's performance, the children dashed into the woods with wild cries, and enthusiastically immersed themselves in a game whose rules were incomprehensible to all those who had bidden farewell to the happy years of childhood. Children of elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, half-elves, quarter-elves and toddlers of mysterious provenance neither knew nor recognised racial or social divisions. At least, not yet.”

“But it may be that the only reason childhood memories act on us so strongly is that, being the most remote we possess, they are the worst remembered and so offer the least resistance to that process by which we mold them nearer and nearer to an ideal which is fundamentally artistic, or at least nonfactual; so it may be that some of these events I describe never occurred at all, but only should have, and that others had not the shades and flavors—for example, of jealousy or antiquity or shame—that I have later unconsciously chosen to give them.”