lunedì 5 maggio 2014


«[A]nd that in describing this period of my life, I have unconsciously mimicked non only, here and there, the superior, sneering attitudes of my adolescent self, but also the rather formal, distancing, labyrinthine tone in which I used to speak, clumsily derived from my scant reading of Proust which was supposed to announce me to the world as an intellectual. [...] I had to built my defences. Pomposity was one of them».

(Ian McEwan, Black Dogs, 1992)