“It all came down to entitlement, and one’s sense of it. Marina, feeling entitled, never really asked herself if she was good enough. Whereas he, Julius, asked himself repeatedly, answered always in the affirmative, and marveled at the wider world’s apparent inability to see the light. he would have to show them – of this he was ever more decided, with a flamelike conviction. But he was already thirty, and the question was how?”
