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This is Andromeda Romano-Lax, author of The Spanish Bow. Feliu, a cellist, finds out his mother has died:
"All along, I had felt unable to impress her, unable to fulfill whatever hopes she had for me, or to make her lack of hope more bearable. Now that she was dead, that potential was finally revoked. The person we are by the time our parents have died is the person we shall always be; any aspirations to further development are delusional. We have had our turn, and now we stand just one generational step way from our own deaths, every year passing more quickly than the last."
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