Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

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another form of inheritance could be gotten elsewhere

[...] I was all limbs and acne at seventeen, all Church of England schooling, stripey ties and busy sexuality. The point of life was to bunn parental opinion. I also had a sense that another form of inheritance could be gotten elsewhere. In books, cinema, music – Woolf, Beckett, the Wu-Tang Clan, B…

—p.93 Granta 166: Generations You're a Londoner (92) missing author
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he has dementia and is more a remnant than a person

Thank you so much, Sheila. Between us, something else was just occurring to me. Here again, the difference in our ages comes into play. At a certain point, legality is no longer the issue. Neither is love. I no longer wear my wedding ring, to signal something not to others (that I’m available) but …

—p.90 A Good First Marriage is Luck (75) missing author
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just how boring the personal can be advice/writing

But I feel I am avoiding the direct thrust of your question: is something lost or gained by sticking with the personal, resisting sublimation as you put it. You do gain great power by rising above the personal. One of the most abused battle cries of my generation was ‘The personal is political’. Th…

—p.87 A Good First Marriage is Luck (75) missing author
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a good first marriage is luck

I know exactly what you mean when you say your ex-husband was a writer and editor and your current partner is not, and that this works much better, allowing you space. After my first marriage, I was never again attracted to literary or even especially intellectual men. I went for visual artists. I …

—p.83 A Good First Marriage is Luck (75) missing author
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we keep inquiring what democracy looks like

To be here is to be alone surrounded by people – at once watched and invisible. Over these two hours we keep inquiring what democracy looks like, who owns these streets, and whether, if the people are united will they ever be defeated? The answers to me are clearly: not this, not us, we’re not, and…

—p.70 Yr Dead (67) missing author