The Child in Time

More than two years on and still stuck, still trapped in the dark, enfolded with his loss, shaped by it, lost to the ordinary currents of feeling that moved far above him and belonged exclusively to other people.

Or something could be risked, a different life unfolded in which his own unhappiness could be redoubled or eliminated.

He did not want to get left behind, he did not want to lose his place in her story.

Lemonade is a message from you to a previous self which will never cease to exist. And the message is bitter.

Jigging and weaving to overtake, Stephen remained as always, though barely consciously, on the watch for children, for a five-year-old girl.

The manic side, the energetic, successful side was public, and the rest, the mad lows, was all for me

He was shivering as he sweated

‘Memory’s got nothing to do with years. You remember what you remember.

there is no reason on earth why a well-behaved child should not have an ulterior motive.

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.’