Sometimes people just say things so much better than I can.
"Clive carried on moaning in the car. Why did Marcus want to get involved with someone like that? Why hadn't he tried to stop her? Why had he been so rude to Lindsay? What had she ever done to him? Marcus didn't answer. He just let his father go on and on until eventually he seemed to run out of moans like you run out of petrol: they started to slow up and get quieter, and then they just disappeared altogether. The thing was, he couldn't be that kind of dad anymore. He'd missed his moment. It was like if God suddenly decided to be God again a zillion years after creating the world: he couldn't suddenly come down from heaven and say, oh, you shouldn't have put the Empire State building there, and you shouldn't have organized it so that African people get less money, and you shouldn't have let them build nuclear weapons. Because you could say to Him, well, its a bit late now isn't it? Where were you when we were thinking of these things?
It wasn't as though he thought his dad should have been around, but he couldn't have it both ways. If he wanted to be up in Cambridge, with Lindsay, smoking pot and falling off window ledges, fine, but he couldn't then start picking up on the little things--and Ellie was a little thing now really, even though when they'd seemed like the biggest thing ever. He'd have to find another job for himself. Will could do the little things, and his mum, but his dad was out of it."
Thank you Nick Hornby.
It wasn't as though he thought his dad should have been around, but he couldn't have it both ways. If he wanted to be up in Cambridge, with Lindsay, smoking pot and falling off window ledges, fine, but he couldn't then start picking up on the little things--and Ellie was a little thing now really, even though when they'd seemed like the biggest thing ever. He'd have to find another job for himself. Will could do the little things, and his mum, but his dad was out of it."
Thank you Nick Hornby.
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