“For as long as I could remember, I had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. Now I was in my own way; I myself was a dark object I could not ignore. I couldn't remember how to forget myself. I didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as I might, I couldn't avoid it. I was a boulder blocking my own path. I was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. So this was adolescence. Is this how the people around me had died on their feet - inevitably, helplessly? Perhaps their own selves eclipsed the sun for so many years the world shriveled around them, and when at least their inescapable orbits had passed through these dark egoistic years it was too late, they had adjusted. Must I then lose the world forever, that I had so loved? Was it all, the whole bright and various planet, where I had been so ardent about finding myself alive, only a passion peculiar to children, that I would outgrow even against my will?”
Quote by Annie Dillard
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This work traces the early life and inner development of the author during her childhood in the 1940s and 1950s. The narrative captures the landscape, textures, and sensations of everyday American life in that era, examining how the ordinary experiences of youth shape consciousness and imagination. Through vivid recollections of family life, neighborhood, and the natural world, the memoir reflects on the deep impressions left by childhood that would influence a developing writer's sensibility. more
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