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You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations.
Alice Munro
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Alice Munro
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: January 1
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There would never be any room in her for anything else. No room for anything but the realization of what she had done.
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I was amazed as people must be who are seized and kidnapped, and who realize that in the strange world of their captors they have a value absolutely unconnected with anything they know about themselves.
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I would have a flick of fear, as in a dream when you find yourself in the wrong building or have forgotten the time for the exam and understand that this is only the tip of some shadowy cataclysm or lifelong mistake.
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