Standards are always out of date. That’s what makes them standards.
ALAN BENNETTBut then, when I did go, the contrast between Leeds, which was very black and sooty in those days, and Cambridge, which seemed like something out of a fairystory, in the grip of a hard frost, was just wonderful.
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I’m not “happy” but I’m not unhappy about it.
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Reading is untidy, discursive and perpetually inviting. Briefing closes down a subject, reading opens it up.
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Far from wanting time to pass, one just wishes one had more of it. If one wanted to pass the time one could go to New Zealand.
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And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours
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Books did not care who was reading them or whether one read them or not. All readers were equal, herself included. Literature, she thought, is a commonwealth; letters a republic.
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The thing I think about is that once you’ve done it, you then start to think about what you’re going to do next.
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We started off trying to set up a small anarchist community, but people wouldn’t obey the rules.
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Life is rather like a tin of sardines – we’re all of us looking for the key.
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However bad the weather, Dad never drove to church because Mam thought the sacrament might make him incapable on the return journey.
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Of course they’re out of date. Standards are always out of date. That is what makes them standards.
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Kafka could never have written as he did had he lived in a house.
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Sometimes there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances. Sometimes it’s now or never.
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I turned down a knighthood. It would be like having to wear a suit every day of your life.
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History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind with the bucket.
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Here I sit, alone at 60, Bald and fat and full of sin Cold the seat, and loud the cistern As I read the (Harpic) (Lysol) tin
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