Everyone in his family . . . believed in stoicism as if it were a religion. They all spent an extraordinary amount of time straightening their backbones and stiffening their upper lips. It seemed quite exhausting. Ben couldn't do it any more. God knows he'd tried. 'Oh, for heaven's sake, Benedict,' his mother said. 'Pull yourself together.' She had run out of patience with him long ago. 'Always look on the bright side,' she had regularly (and rather relentlessly) counselled her offspring throughout their childhood, an injunction that made her seem warmer than she was. In Ben's opinion, if you spent too long trying to look on the bright side you eventually became dazzled and couldn't see anything properly at all.
Kate Atkinson, from Death at the Sign of the Rook
















