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“[…] nobody grows up. Everyone carries around all the selves that they have ever been, intact, waiting to be reactivated in moments of pain, of fear, of danger. Everything is retrievable, every shock, every hurt. But perhaps it becomes a duty to abandon the stock of time that one carries within oneself, to discard it in favour of the present, so that one’s embrace may be turned outwards to the world in which one has made one’s home.”

Quote by Anita Brookner

Work

Latecomers

This book delves into the personal journeys of characters who find themselves coming to pivotal moments in their lives later than their peers. The narrative explores themes of regret, redemption, and the pursuit of fulfillment in the face of time constraints. more

Author

Anita Brookner
Anita Brookner

Anita Brookner was a renowned British novelist known for her delicate emotional descriptions and profound psychological insights. Her works often focus on the lives of middle-class women, exploring themes of love, marriage, and interpersonal relationships. Born on July 16, 1928, she passed away on March 10, 2016. more

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