"And there were, of course, some whose sense of dislocation didn't even involve the rest of the world: the rift had been so deeply absorbed that they were rendered foreigners in their own country, reading Jane Austen to feel cosy."
"...I began the process of considering that one's place in the world might be merely incidental, just a matter of perspective. Perhaps the centre was not firm at all... Even the past – home of sorts to all of us – wasn't fixed. History is only someone's story."