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I was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite painting, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the canvas and spoken to me.
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Sometimes, when there’s been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over. Actions slows to a dreamlike glide, frame by frame; the motion of a hand, a sentence spoken, fills an eternity.
I can't believe you two, Henry said crossly. ‘I reminded you of this last night.' 'But we forgot,' said the twins, in simultaneous despair.
'How could you?'
'Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o’clock, you hardly think what you’re going to feed the corpse for dinner.’
'Why does that obstinate little voice in our heads torment us so?' he said, looking round the table. Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls - which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn't it also pain that often makes us most aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one's own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us.
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After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great. To escape the cognitive mode of experience, to transcend the accident of one's moment of being. There are other advantages, more difficult to speak of, things which ancient sources only hint at and which I myself only understood after the fact.