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Summer 2001
‘Perhaps no truth is more momentous, as none more difficult to face, than the blackest, most abject one about oneself. My son supplies me with drugs, with Ecstasy.’
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Confessions of a Middle-Aged Ecstasy Eater
Anonymous
‘A mind is a terrible thing to waste, and there is much being wasted when one deliberately chooses not to explore the ecstasy of its deeper horizons.’
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Under the Surface
Andrew Brown
‘What I needed was to gaze into the surface, and, by gazing, to pass into another world, and breathe.’
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The Andes of Martin Chambí
Martin Chambí & Amanda Hopkinson
‘Chambi's mission was to portray the dignity and traditions of his people through their lives and labours, and he was well aware of the significance of his undertaking.’
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This Side of the Oder
Judith Hermann
‘Time retreated, his dread crouched in the farthest recess of his mind.’
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Tehran Spring
Christopher de Bellaigue
Christophe de Bellaigue on what happened when free speech came to the ayatollahs' Tehran.
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The Chinese Lesson
A. M. Homes
‘I am thinking about Susan, about what it means to be married to someone I know nothing about.’
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Kemp and Potter
Nicholas Shakespeare
‘By coming to Tasmania, I'd repeated the pattern of an ancient, unknown relative and the discovery pleased me in a profound and mysterious way.’
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Our Lives are Only Lent to Us
Penelope Fitzgerald
‘The two cultures are complementary but in the way that death is to life.’
