‘I could only reply that I think – I theorise – that something – something else – happens to the memory over time. For years you survive with the same loops, the same facts and the same emotions. I press a button marked Adrian or Veronica, the tape runs, the usual stuff spools out. The events reconfirm the emotions – resentments, a sense of injustice, relief – and vice versa. There seems no way of accessing anything else; the case is closed.’
Julian Barnes – A Sense of an Ending
