Memories and Memorials

In a time when so much is said about the mornings that the pandemic brings to us...

“… After all, he had been doing a memorial of his own time. He should have bought the first editions of fiction and preserved all the newspapers as they were published. These fragments that I anchored in my ruins. What was the reason? Would he need to immortalize himself? Was that museum, founded by him and in his name, his personal gift for forgiveness? Perhaps it was the attraction of all museums. Generations die, but what they did, what they painted and wrote, what they fought and achieved, was still there, at least in part. By making memorials, not only to the famous but to the legions of anonymous dead people, did we hope to indirectly guarantee our immortality? …”

P.D.James, In "Murder Room"

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