Memory must be patchy; what is more alarming is its face-savingness. Something in one shrinks from catching it out - unique to oneself, one's own, one's claim to identity, it implicates one's identity in its fibbing.
Elizabeth Bowen... love dreads being isolated, being left to speak in a void -- at the beginning it would often rather listen than speak.
Elizabeth BowenMeetings that do not come off keep a character of their own. They stay as they were projected.
Elizabeth Bowen[My early stories] are the work of a living writer whom I know in a sense, but can never meet.
Elizabeth Bowen