De Engelse dichteres, schrijfster en essayiste Penelope Fitzgerald werd geboren op 17 december 1916 in Lincoln. Zie ook alle tags voor Penelope Fitzgerald op dit blog.
Uit: Worlds Apart
“Ernst paid the rent punctiliously. He cleaned the room and took his washing to the launderette, where Hester glimpsed him once or twice, sitting in quiet correctness, watching the shirts and a recurrent two pairs of dark socks as they whirled round in foaming circles before him. He always had a book in his hand. It wasn’t as though he had no friends, or nothing to do. He appeared to have both, and went out often in the evenings, and always on Sundays, as he told her to “gatherings”. These gatherings seemed to be at the place where he worked, and to consist of the people he worked with, which struck Hester almost as a definition of loneliness. She showed him the shelf in the passage where Rod used to keep a few things. In fact there were probably one or two of them left. It would have been ludicrous to clear everything away, as though there’d been a death in the house. “You can use that if you like, Ernst. There isn’t much space upstairs, I know, if you’ve got a lot of books.” He had to stretch to reach the shelf. It was summer, he had taken off hisjacket and, as he reached up, a little of his white shirt pulled out of his trousers, but was replaced so neatly that it was almost magical, as though he had the gift of never making an awkward gesture. “Your husband must have been taller than I am,” he said, with the rueful smile of the less tall. Tilly came through the passage, walking as though in a dream, with each foot exactly in line, the toe of one trackshoe touching the heel of the other. She was singing to herself as she passed on into the kitchen. “What is she doing?” Ernst asked. “Oh, they’re all walking about like that at her school.You know how it is, it’ll be something else in a week or so. Do you have a family?” But that struck her as not quite the right question. “I mean, back in Poland?” That was worse. Where else, after all, could his family be? “If I had had a family, I should not have left them behind me,” he said. If that’s meant as a reproach I shan’t like it, Hester thought. But it could hardly have been one, because he was still smiling. “I was only wondering if you had any plans.., that’s to say, if you had any idea how long you will be staying here?” “I’m afraid I can’t say. It is possible that I may be able to arrange a re-entry permit.” “And then you’ll go home?” He looked puzzled. “I shall go back.”
Penelope Fitzgerald (17 december 1916 – 28 april 2000)
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