“Might-have-been are insidious, aren't they, in the way they don't ever quite lie still or go away.”

“Might-have-been are insidious, aren't they, in the way they don't ever quite lie still or go away.”

“Might-have-been are insidious, aren't they, in the way they don't ever quite lie still or go away.”

“He was not a scholar – his brain seemed too sluggish or too dreamy to grasp the things demanded of it – but he was never happier than when left alone among books, and would spend hours turning the pages of atlases, novels or tales from history, alive to the alternative versions of himself they seemed to proffer.”