"My name is Kathy H. I’m 28 years old. I’ve been a carer for nine years. And I’m good at my job. My patients always do better than expected, and are hardly ever classified as agitated, even if they’re about to make a donation. I’m not trying to boast, but I feel a great sense of pride in what we do. Carers and donors have achieved so much. That said, we aren’t machines. In the end it wears you down. I suppose that’s why I now spend most of my time not looking forwards, but looking back, to The Cottages and Hailsham, and what happened to us there. Me. Tommy. And Ruth." - Never Let Me Go (2010)
“Behold the hands, how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate, refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command, mock and what not besides, with a variation and multiplication of variation which makes the tongue envious.”
― Michel de Montaigne
"Let this hand be an enemy to tyrants."
New Worlds 1.03
That’s the thing with diaries. They’re like movies. They’re just stories. Filled with the things I saw.. and the things I felt. But when I look around I see that everyone is the protagonist of their own story.
The eighties spy drama “The Americans” is sexier than many pay-cable shows, in part because it’s about life as role-play
Illustration by Studio Nippoldt for The New Yorker (31 March, 2014)
JANE AUSTEN MODERN AU: Anne Eliott
"Anne’s life was busy, quiet and not interesting. There wasn’t much she could do, all her time was devoted to managing the household, while her father and sisters were socializing and spending much more money they had. All was turn upside down when the man she loved a long time ago came back from his journeys. They split up fighting because of her family meddling, but now it seemed like the fate gave them a second chance. And when her sister decided to go all together for a couple of days to a small town near the seaside, Anne started to think that maybe she could be happy again."
"Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame."
At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.