“At eleven we came finally to our destination and, as the sun mounted high, I set up my canvas under a parasol Cara had provisioned us. It was hot enough now to make me seek the shade. The white sheen of the lacquered benches merged with the white, starry waves, while the pervading brine drifted towards us on the summer breeze, and distantly Sebastian catwalked out of the sea.”

~Brideshead Revisited, pg. 1037

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
—  Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
— 

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

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