Perhaps There Are Those Who Are Able

I Want My Words To Survive Translation.

If I'm Alone At Home, I Get Increasingly Restless, Bothered By The Idea That I'm Missing Some Crucial Encounter Out There Somewhere. But If I'm Left By Myself In Someone Else's Place, I Often Find Myself A Nice Sense Of Peace Engulfing Me. I Love Sinking Into An Unfamiliar Sofa With Whatever Book Happens To Be Lying Nearby.

I Saw A New World Coming Rapidly. More Scientific, Efficient, Yes. More Cures For The Old Sicknesses. Very Good. But A Harsh, Cruel, World. And I Saw A Little Girl, Her Eyes Tightly Closed, Holding To Her Breast The Old Kind World, One That She Knew In Her Heart Could Not Remain, And She Was Holding It And Pleading, Never To Let Her Go.

After All, When We Were Children, When Things Went Wrong, There Wasn’t Much We Could Do To Help Put It Right. But Now We’re Adults, Now We Can. That’s The Thing, You See? Look At Us, Akira. After All This Time, We Can Finally Put Things Right. Remember, Old Chap, How We Used To Play Those Games? Over And Over? How We Used To Pretend We Were Detectives Searching For My Father? Now We’re Grown, We Can At Last Put Things Right.

What He Wanted Was Not Just To Hear About Hailsham, But To Remember Hailsham, Just Like It Had Been His Own Childhood. He Knew He Was Close To Completing And So That's What He Was Doing: Getting Me To Describe Things To Him, So They'd Really Sink In, So That Maybe During Those Sleepless Nights, With The Drugs And The Paint And The Exhaustion, The Line Would Blur Between What Were My Memories And What Were His.