We were at Hermione Lee’s lecture at York University last evening. She began by quoting Virginia Woolf on memory:
That is, I suppose, that my memory supplies what I had forgotten, so it seems as if it were happening independently, though I am really making it happen. In certain favourable moods, memories - what one has [...]
There are times when to write one’s biography becomes difficult, not to say awkward. Difficult, because one would not know how to speak of a future that is somewhat limited; awkward, because the past to which one turns has nothing that holds the attention. It is always a little depressing to realize that one is, [...]

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