[b]Edward St. Aubyn
Was this the triumph of self-knowledge: to suffer more lucidly?[/b]
Let’s file this one under, “probably”.
The Park’s nice, his father conceded, but the rest of the country is just people in huge cars wondering what to eat next.
Of course that’s a global phenomenon now. Depending on the park.
A little Indian guy being sneered at by monsters of English privilege would normally have unleashed the full weight of Anne’s loyalty to underdogs, but this time it was wiped out by Vijay’s enormous desire to be a monster of English privilege himself.
Perhaps he’ll do better next time.
Balance was so elusive: either it was like this, too fast, or there was the heavy thing like wading through a swamp to get to the end of a sentence.
So, how balanced is this?
Thank goodness there were people who were happy with nothing, thought Julia, so that people like her (and everyone else she had ever met) could have more.
Clearly a rationalization.
There seemed to be no one in a position of power, from the Vatican to Wall Street, from Parliament to Scotland Yard to Fleet Street, who could think of anything better to do than abuse it…
Of course power does corrupt.