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Decoding Destination - The Sense of An Ending- Julian Barnes

Author: Julian Barnes
Publisher: Knopf
Pages: 163
Genre: Literary Fiction
Published: August, 2011
Rating: Makings of a Classic




















Excerpt:"...What is history? Any thoughts, Webster? 
'History is the lies of the victors' I replied a little too quickly.

'Yes, I was rather afraid you'd say that. Well, as long as you remember that it is also the self-delusions of the defeated. Simpson?'

Colin was more prepared than me. 'History is a raw onion sandwich, Sir.'

'For what reason?'

'It just repeats, Sir. It burps. We've seen it again and against this year. The same story, same old oscillation between tyranny and rebellion, war and peace, prosperity and impoverishment.'

'Rather a lot for a sandwich to contain, would you say?'

We laughed far more than was required, with an end-of-term hysteria. 

'Finn?'

' History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.'"

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