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309 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1941
‘Don’t you find that there are moments when it’s intolerable being a Jew?’ he said abruptly. ‘All these ridiculous, impossible complications on top of the normal complications of merely being alive . . . ‘
If he had had presented to him, at the outset, a picture of what his life was to be with Catherine (say what it was at this moment), he would have been, he knew, violently distressed. And yet, now that he was living it, that it had established itself slowly and therefore, it seemed, inevitably, it did not appear to him intolerable. On the contrary: it seemed to him that this was the natural order of things; the sort of reality every husband and wife had to face up to in the intimacy of their private lives . . . After all, he thought, the consciousness that a marriage is not what might be called a successful one, is actually quite intermittent. Even then, the sun does not shine less bright, nor food taste less well. The ordinary things of life, in fact, go on precisely as before: the small joys, the small interests which go to make up the major part of living get woven in and about the circumstances of marriage, so that, in time, the whole things comes to constitute the fabric of the normal, the accepted.