You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it … fictionalise it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf – your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in flight from the real reality. That is a basic definition of Homo sapiens.
— John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman
I have been bent and broken, but — I hope — into a better shape.
— Charles Dickens
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