You may go further and consider your own approaching death, which, despite what company you may muster, can only be faced alone. You imagine the loss of status, the loss of desire – and desirability. You imagine yourself being lonely, divorced, widowed children growing away from you, friends dying. “Also, when you are young, you think you can predict the likely pains and bleaknesses that age might bring. ― Julian Barnes, quote from The Sense of an Ending Time.give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.” What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. We imagined we were being responsible but we were only being cowardly. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe.
Instead, I mowed my lawn, I took holidays, I had my life.īut time.how time first grounds us and then confounds us. I would never do those things adolescence had dreamt about. However.who said that thing about "the littleness of life that art exaggerates"? There was a moment in my late twenties when I admitted that my adventurousness had long since petered out.
Which ones I was not sure, only that passion and danger, ecstasy and despair (but then more ecstasy) would be in attendance.
I shall live as people in novels live and have lived. I shall go there, do this, discover that, love her, and then her and her and her. “I remember a period in late adolescence when my mind would make itself drunk with images of adventurousness.
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