How odd it is, thought March afterward, to live your life in ignorance of the past, of your world,…

How odd it is, thought March afterward, to live your life in ignorance of the past, of your world, yourself. Yet how easy to do it! You go along from day to day, down paths other people prepare for you, never raising your head—enfolded in their logic, from swaddling clothes to shroud. It&rsquo;s a kind of fear. Robert Harris, Fatherland , part 3, ch. 7