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"You never forget," she told him. "Just when you thinkyou've forgotten, something comes back. Something like that tune, that Cole Porter song. You think it's over and done with, but it never is. It's always there. Those images..." She sighed, closed her eyes, withdrew into herself for a second or two. "You just have to go on. That's all there is to do, isn't it? What else is there? What other choice? You just have to go on, and you try to forget about it, but you can't, because if it's not a piece of music there's always something else, something else that brings it all back to you."

The Closed Circle, Jonathan Coe