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Oh, the past is disagreeable all right, she thought, no wonder we'd rather not know. And it has this way of jumping out at you from behind corners when you're least expecting it, so that you have to spend time and energy readjusting to it, redigesting it. Or it hangs around your neck like an albatross, so that there is no putting it aside ever, even if you wanted to.

‘This summer,’ said Don, ‘has been a bit of a strain, hasn't it?’ Don, of course, is not given to emotion. The remark is made in as cool and level a tone as he might, not to promote undue alarm or anxiety, point out that the neighbouring house is on fire, or that war appears to be imminent. It might mean anything, or nothing.

So far as I am concerned – have been concerned – he existed to be my father, and now one finds that was not the case at all, or only a small part of it.

I begin to see how slippery the past is….The problem is the shadows it throws. This happened, and then this, and then this. But if you keep your eyes only on that, you miss another dimension and end up with something that is not the truth at all, or only part of it. For instance, she said, …in that photograph where we're all grinning away outside the church at Starbridge, that I almost called the whole thing off…